| Subject: Green slits seem to burn holes in the shadows..... |
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Spawn
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Date Posted: 15:26:32 06/18/02 Tue
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's message, "Pure white colt gallops in, a little weary....." on 15:20:20 06/18/02 Tue
He wishes to venture further into the TT, to see both HF and Buffy. But he knows better than to pull a stunt like that. He looks about quickly for Hawk and spots the stallion not far off.
He shakes his head to himself. He was right to stay in the shadows. Hopefully no one would notice.
Green orbs alight on Buffy's beautiful form. He tries to tell himself to give up on her and move on. That they were a hopeless dream. But he knew that no matter what he said, no matter what he did, his heart would never follow. And he hated that. Hated it with a passion. He didn't like feeling trapped in something he couldn't control. He wanted to be free. But his heart would never let that happen. He, body, soul, and heart, would always belong to the one mare that would never love him again, and never forgive him......
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