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Subject: =still= Author: Fallen Honor [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:00:40 12/23/01 Sun In reply to: Tristen 's message, "-soft chuckle-" on 19:52:49 12/23/01 Sun =Lobes force themselves upwards at sound of man's voice. No other movement made, understanding of human entering young one, contemplation. Dial is raised, though bod is still weak, stilts bending under him, raising him. Dial is low towards ground, making center of mass slightly more able. Short plume is wagged, step away from human taken, ever fighting, never giving up. Not in flee, just for curiousity. You can see mature personality a little in young bod, yet, balance may not have it. Stilts walk toward that of cow, colt having emptied bod of earlier nurishment, was now hungry again. Stilts sprawl, mass landing heavily on straw, but he doesn't give up. Dial is risen towards that of teat, not quite reaching it, so close, yet so far. Hind limbs propel him forward slightly on chest, hungry plush finally reaching destination, success!...= [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]