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 -- Graveyard Pass

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Subject: 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

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Date Posted: 17:19:25 01/09/02 Wed
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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 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