He looks up, snorting softly and watching the other stallion. A genuine liking had grown in him for the valiant stallion, something more than the respect he felt for Dusk or many of the other stallions. There we few he would have considered friends, but he would have counted gangsta among them, had he not wondered so much at gangsta's own feeling for him. Nostrils flare, but no sound is emitted, simply watching the other, pondering memories of a not so long ago fight over the best mare in the land. -- Graveyard Pass

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Subject: He looks up, snorting softly and watching the other stallion. A genuine liking had grown in him for the valiant stallion, something more than the respect he felt for Dusk or many of the other stallions. There we few he would have considered friends, but he would have counted gangsta among them, had he not wondered so much at gangsta's own feeling for him. Nostrils flare, but no sound is emitted, simply watching the other, pondering memories of a not so long ago fight over the best mare in the land.

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Black Death
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Date Posted: 18:49:51 07/02/02 Tue
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In reply to: Ameera 's message, "*watches*" on 12:17:55 07/02/02 Tue

>*imerging from the shadows she stands, taking in every
>equine in the area. Some were unknown to her, but
>most she had always known. Trotting over to an
>isolated tree she grazes on the vegetation, pondering
>the happenings of her home. As breeze whips through
>mane she lets out a faint whicker, announcing her
>presence to all who dared to listen*

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He raises his head at the presence of the mare.... gangsta 19:39:45 07/02/02 Tue

*smirk* -- Ameera, 08:13:46 07/03/02 Wed

ears tilt back slightly at her sarcasm -- gangsta, 20:22:55 07/03/02 Wed

*frown* -- Ameera, 07:31:00 07/04/02 Thu

ears perk up at the sound of war -- gangsta, 11:47:57 07/04/02 Thu

*"It would be a pleasure." limbs carry fem forth out from the shade of the tree, and toward the tother equines. Stopping momentarily she turns, waiting for the dark stallion to follow.* (NT) -- Ameera, 12:14:38 07/04/02 Thu

he follows at a rapid trot (NT) -- gangsta, 15:30:12 07/04/02 Thu