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 -- Graveyard Pass

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Subject: 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

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Date Posted: 18:58:55 01/08/02 Tue
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In reply to: Cobweb 's message, "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..." on 18:02:09 01/08/02 Tue

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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