| Subject: Dark eyes dart between the two stallions, one fallen, and one going for help. She feels only anger... >>> |
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Cobweb
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Date Posted: 18:20:57 01/27/02 Sun
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Dusk
's message, ""Death wait...atleast let someone come with you!"*Dusk gallops after him*" on 16:32:09 01/27/02 Sun
...anger at her own inability to know just what was wrong with Gangsta and what to fix. She curses lightly and under her breath, so faint that no one but herself can hear. Why, oh why, couldn't she simply fix him? Why must she depend on others for something so vital to life? ...What if she'd been the one to fall...? Then she too would have to be relying on others to help her. She, the one so proud that she rarely showed any knowledge of another's aid to her, could so easily be made dependent? She was fierce and strong, but so too was Gangsta, and so too were all stallions, and mares, who had fallen in battle. She shivers slightly, dwelling on the thought of life's frailty and uncertainty, for she tried so hard to trust otherwise- such a blow of reality this was... Oh, how she wished she could be of help! Instead, she stands guard awkwardly, not truthfully knowing what to do, or what she might do if his ragged breath were to cease...
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