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Date Posted: 13:50:42 03/10/02 Sun
Author: Death's Messenger -�- your time has come...
Subject: -�-ingresses-�-

-�-a rather large colt steps from the shadows of the outskirts, his bloodbay coat caked with dirt and mud. the tattered colt walks with a certain air about him, his scraped and bleeding skin showing not what he has been through, but what he shall endure. his mere 14 hands are small, but at an age of a year, he is large. his emerald eyes burn with a dull vengeance, his lobes swivel about, attentive. his ebon lock falls over them, partially hiding them. as he looks about only his eyes move, his head remains in one position. he snorts, halting. his posture is tall and held proudly, but his dull orbs do not convey what they should to match his stature. his young being was forced to become older much faster than it should have, his loss of innocence was too early. his overwhelmed mind seeks now a place to reside in peace for a time, his exhausted body a place to rest. he sighs heavily, finally coming to a halt here, and he looks about slowly. random thoughts flash through his head, he chases some of them away, lets others linger. he stomps, whinnying loudly. his voice, though not fully developed, already has the booming volume of one of the dark.-�-

i am Death's Messenger, i have come seeking a home for a time. though i am young you may consider me old, for i know.. many things. i do not ask of anything else than this one thing, and some food and water.

-�-as he looks about, he begins to emit a dark aura from deep within, and his boney features become sharper, rigid. he is the image of death itself, and the air about him smells of it. be wary about him; you never know...-�-

the messenger has been sent... has your time come?

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+trots over to him> -- Dark Moon, 17:59:41 03/10/02 Sun
- -�-snorts-�- -- Death's Messenger, 10:47:53 03/11/02 Mon