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Date Posted: 16:25:08 01/16/02 Wed
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In reply to:
Black Death
's message, "The black stallion laughs softly, stopping abruptly as the other falls, whickering a questioning note, then sighing slightly as he gets back up and begins running. He laughs, taking off after the other, surprised at his amazing ability to manuever even without eyesight." on 05:19:18 01/16/02 Wed
"Perhaps I do need to stop thinking so...and yet, perhaps thought is necessary." At his playful antics and request that she race also, it appears for a moment that a small smile might break out on her face. She dims it, though, for a smile would cause her to blush, for she wasn't usually one to smile often. Smiles were, she'd begun to believe, for the ignorant, for they did not realize how harsh life truly was. They were too naiive... She watches Gangsta take off, though, but when she sees him fall, she inhales sharply with worry. At his quick recovery, though, she is relieved, then suddenly angry at herself for worrying- she would be angry if one felt that she was so fragile. She knew she was strong enough that a fall would do her no harm, as she also knew that Gangsta was strong enough. She snorts softly, letting her anger dwell but a moment more... To take her thoughts off this, though, she glances at Death, only to see him break into a gallop and give chase. She pauses but a moment before she too takes off after her companions, steely gray tail streaming behind her coat of stark white, ebony legs pounding in a mad attempt to catch up.
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