The black stallion gallops in, eyes full of emotions that he can hardly hold back: anger, denial, hatred, disappointment, fear, sorrow...all blended into one stare, peircing, striking each to the soul. He speaks in a voice, filled with all the same. "Othello is not at the Scarplands, and where he is, I do not know. I only know this...trust can be broken, and it just has been...Fire...our own king...he just killed his daughter..." He searches the mass of horses, seeking out Dusk, rushing to him, placing a muzzle comfortingly on his shoulder. "I'm sorry..." He whispers, then glances around. "Where is Eve...she will be beside herself..." -- Graveyard Pass

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Subject: The black stallion gallops in, eyes full of emotions that he can hardly hold back: anger, denial, hatred, disappointment, fear, sorrow...all blended into one stare, peircing, striking each to the soul. He speaks in a voice, filled with all the same. "Othello is not at the Scarplands, and where he is, I do not know. I only know this...trust can be broken, and it just has been...Fire...our own king...he just killed his daughter..." He searches the mass of horses, seeking out Dusk, rushing to him, placing a muzzle comfortingly on his shoulder. "I'm sorry..." He whispers, then glances around. "Where is Eve...she will be beside herself..."

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*He turns to look as the other enters. His eyes widen and then narrow when he hears what Fire had done, but the black does not say a word.* (NT) The Shadow 15:35:45 01/20/02 Sun

"Am I supposed to be shocked by this? Hes insane...he needs to be stopped. However in reality everyone here has someone or something to loose, and none of us can stop him. Mother...I believe she is in the caves, trying to talk to my grandfather" (NT) -- Dusk, 18:58:27 01/20/02 Sun

He lowers his head mournfully. "Legacy has killed him, too. Tare is ruler now...I do not know even what to think. I'm frightened...this isn't the end, I fear it." (NT) -- Black Death, 07:07:34 01/21/02 Mon

"Tare? Really...I would have thought that perhaps Noche or another one of his other mates foals would rule seeing how he seemed to hate my mother so...Who am I to judge...I grieve my fathers death...but more so for my mother. I and Tare are the only family she has left...and I don't really know Tare...father took his favorites away for a long time...mother was very sad withought her children" (NT) -- Dusk, 16:10:55 01/21/02 Mon

For a single moment her thoughts are stolen from the fallen stallion before her, as word of the news hits her like a blast of winter wind, leaving her stripped of the knowledge of what was going on in the world anymore, and of her assurance in their fearless leader, the king. She had not fully understood the king, but then again, did not expect kings to be understandable. His unpredicability had only added to his royally mysterious air. The king...dead? His daughter, the young mare whom she had tried to rival, and had had many'a childish argument with as a filly. She was beyond that now, and had been...but the last she'd seen of the dark-silver mare was before she'd learned to put things aside as she now knew to, and had as a mare. They were but fillies...and she was dead ? >>> -- Cobweb, 17:18:28 01/21/02 Mon

He closes his eyes for a second to shut out the thoughts, clearing it, pushing back the uncertain jumble, then speaks in a steady tone, covering the emotional turmoil that fills him. "Well. No use d-dwelling on what's done, I s-suppose. Gangsta needs help." He half rears. "Where is Othello, anyway?!" Tossing his head, he ponders for a moment. "My cousin, Poss, was a pupil under Othello, he might help...or, I suppose...this being a time of such need, we might go to Shadowfax." He grits his teeth at the thought of asking a light for help, but knew, if it came down to it, he would not hesitate. -- Black Death, 13:56:26 01/22/02 Tue

"Mother could ask the good...she would like the....well...distraction Im sure...and she maybe able to keep a cool head unlike us" -- Dusk, 18:26:46 01/22/02 Tue

He nods. "But first let us try Poss." -- Black Death, 06:15:11 01/23/02 Wed