Oddly striking mare stands still, much as she'd been doing lately through all this battle, her dark eyes glowering with intolerance. She felt respect for one another was the bond that held they, the Darks, together, for the Darks were of one kind, though each unique in himself. They were not here to squabble with one another; frustrations were to be taken out on the Lights, but only with a certain respect the Darks were to have with the Lights. She herself loved a good fight, but not unneccessary and not unjust... So instead, rather than add further to the conflict, she had exiled herself into silence, awaiting the uneasy calm she knew was to eventually come... -- Graveyard Pass

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Subject: Oddly striking mare stands still, much as she'd been doing lately through all this battle, her dark eyes glowering with intolerance. She felt respect for one another was the bond that held they, the Darks, together, for the Darks were of one kind, though each unique in himself. They were not here to squabble with one another; frustrations were to be taken out on the Lights, but only with a certain respect the Darks were to have with the Lights. She herself loved a good fight, but not unneccessary and not unjust... So instead, rather than add further to the conflict, she had exiled herself into silence, awaiting the uneasy calm she knew was to eventually come...

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He quietly moves over to her, picking his way carefully through what he could not see. Reaching her, he nuzzles her gently, then, ashamed of himself for bothering her, he backs up and turns away (NT) gangsta 18:58:55 01/08/02 Tue

She nods slightly as he approaches, then her face darkens when she recalls he cannot see her. Almost awkwardly, she too reaches out and brushes him with her velvet muzzle, its warmth defying her act of complete coldness to the world. When she sees him begin to move away even quicker than he'd come, she quickly realizes he must be ashamed, and after a fraction of a second of hesitation, she reaches out to pull gently at the base of his mane to draw his attention. "No, please do not feel like this about me. I'm...perhaps not what you may think, if that is what you do think..." With no more words and finding herself in a verbal-dead end, she falls silent, awaiting his reply. (NT) -- Cobweb, 19:26:35 01/08/02 Tue

:::Steel grey yearling watches, inquistivly. She steps forth, eyes lock upon the mare. She turns away and seemingly vanishes into the dark::: (NT) -- Ameera, 12:18:11 01/09/02 Wed

She turns her head with a countenance of question, for the filly had seemed to have an intent, but vanished so instead... She stares at where the filly had just been for a while, then lightly tosses her head as she turns to face off in the direction she had before. (NT) -- Cobweb, 05:44:11 01/12/02 Sat

He stops, and slowly walks back towards her. He gently lays the dried rose that he had first given her, back at the joining area, at her feet. His ebony coat shimmers in the dark shadows (NT) gangsta 17:19:25 01/09/02 Wed

She flicks an ear questioningly towards the thing he brings, and then a look of recognition, a slight smile, followed by a look of complete lack of what to say & of awkwardness. She wasn't one for things more than civilities, and to know his feelings were perhaps deeper scared her...yet in the same way flattered her. And yet...not from him, or any other stallion, had it stirred her to emotion. Perhaps someday a stallion might, but her mighty heart was hard to tame. Even she could not control its powerful beats and its own discourse. (NT) -- Cobweb, 20:55:58 01/09/02 Wed

he glances quickly in her direction. I will be back (NT) gangsta 08:11:28 01/10/02 Thu

With a look without understanding, she quietly says, "Alright...And I don't suppose I'll be anywhere but here, having no where much to go." She gives a half laugh, chilling against the silence's comfort. (NT) -- Cobweb, 15:40:32 01/10/02 Thu

He steps to the edge of the territory, eyes immediately moving towards Cobweb's perfect form, sorrow hidden within the deep pools that so determinedly hide all emotion from the surface. He sighs softly, watching her move, ears pricking just to catch the sweet melody of her voice. He stands unnoticed, not announcing his presence, for he knew she did not feel the same about him, he could not influence her, he could not make her love him, not matter how he tried. Finally he whickers, the shrill sound carrying over the pass, then turns, vanishing back to his new home, Frightening Plains. (NT) -- Black Death, 06:34:36 01/11/02 Fri

Ears catching his whicker, her ears prick instantaneously, straining for the sound, and her head whirls around, but only to catch his retreating form. She snorts softly, wishing things in life could be known to be certain, rather than the gamble life often seemed. She knew Black Death cared for her... It was no question, and part of her was in anguish at the thought of what must be going on in his mind and in his heart. She told no one this, but she also knew of her own deep and yet unshaken trust and respect in him, valiant and noble as he'd always been. She also knew this: she did not know what love truly was. Perhaps she'd confused it with respect, for she wasn't certain she loved Mercury, but that she had a deeper respect for the mare than she'd found herself having before. But...how could she ever tell anyone any of this? Instead, she forced herself to leave them questioning her, and she questioning herself also... (NT) -- Cobweb, 05:40:51 01/12/02 Sat

Standing still as before, with thoughts pouring through her mind, she finally drops her head a bit. Oh how she wished Mercury were here! Mercury's advice had always been for the best...and yet she had a feeling whom Mercury would choose of the 3, for Mercury also had a great amount of respect for Black Death... (NT) -- Cobweb, 05:46:40 01/12/02 Sat