*He limps in, tired and wounded.* -- Peace Valley

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Subject: *He limps in, tired and wounded.*

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Star Fyre

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Date Posted: 11:45:08 07/30/02 Tue

*He lies down slowly, tightly sinew-bound forelegs knuckled against the damp, sweet-smelling earth. He groans in pain and rolls onto his side. Blood pours freely from many wounds inflicted on him by the Evil, most of them just opened. His thickly muscled chest and quarters are scarred and battle-marked. A deep cut runs across the side of his head. His rippling, red-chestnut mane and tail are spread out over the ground as he lies there, almost dead with exaustion. His long, sharp, golden horn is stained brownish-red with dried Evil blood, as are is soliid golden hooves. He trembles as he breaths, and great waves of cold wash over his broken body. He lifts his head and half crawls, half creeps to a deep, clear pool with goldfish swimming in it. He lowers his head and drinks quietly, eyes closed in pain. Finally, he lifts his elegant head and rolls over a few times to get away from the water, should he fall in. He flares his nostrils and his ears turn slightly on his elegant dial as he scents the other horses. Then he sighs deeply and rests.*

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Subject	Author	Date
walks over	Jewel	13:49:54 07/30/02 Tue
The mare walks up to her mate with a tear staind face -- Expresso, 16:25:44 07/30/02 Tue He gallops calmly towards them, breaking down his pace as he nears. -- Captain, 18:23:32 07/30/02 Tue Raise his head slowly. -- Star, 10:42:39 07/31/02 Wed He smiles. -- Captain, 16:09:49 07/31/02 Wed I smile gently to the both of them before I answer Star* -- Expresso, 21:22:29 07/31/02 Wed Nuzzles her neck and begins to walk. (NT) -- Star, 09:38:33 08/04/02 Sun