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Date Posted: 17:33:13 06/22/02 Sat
Author: Sadira
Subject: ~|~Cease...~|~
In reply to: Stain 's message, "³supposed³" on 16:51:18 06/22/02 Sat

~|~The gentle hum of the voice in his head ceases, femme looking with concern as the strange trance takes over the colt. Head cocks and lobes prick, yet femme does not move, patient. Voice is normal this time, not inside his head, carried on the wind...~|~ It is not your mother...I am Sadira, I do not know where your mother is. ~|~Voice is calm, though optics cloud over with pity, the truth she did not share with him...the truth that he would not see his mother again. She could be dead, or even if she lived, chances were against the two being re-united. With no way out of the lands once in, a curse placed apon them to keep humans and their wandering eyes, their greedy hearts, away...the foals mother would have to stumble in herself, pass the boundaries of Apocalypse un-scathed, and then, only then could they see each other again. Silver vixen sighs slightly, the fealings of loss of her mother, and never having been one herself mix together but they trail away on the wind apon command, a skill born of long practise.~|~ What is your name little one? ~|~She asks gently, hoping to keep his fear from returning.~|~


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