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Subject: *Small, muscular red steed wanders around, then bumbs into a small tree. Jumping backwards, stallion stumbles over a boulder and falls to his knees. Rising, he stands tall, embarrassed because of his failure. He knows of his failing health, yet he won't allow himself to believe that he is getting........old. The word sends a shiver down his spine. He now even hates quenching his thirst, except for late at night when there is no reflection. In the shimmering water that he knows does not lie he sees the once firey red coat now dull and lifeless, his once muscular, sturdy, well formed body now skinny and delicate. Risk lowers his head to graze, so he will not have to try to find his way around any longer, yet his nose only finds rocks and sand. Lowering his aching body to the ground, Risk settles down for a nap, oblivious to the sharp rocks he has layed amongst*


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The black stallion looks up, whickering softly to Risk from where he stands beside Cobweb. He smiles, seeing the elder stallion he respected so much for the first time in so long.Black Death15:48:20 06/07/02 Fri


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