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Subject: *commotion* Author: A Heart Ablaze [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 02:43:36 12/12/01 Wed In reply to: [Asleigh]&|ƒ.e.v.e.r.| 's message, "[Rouge]" on 02:22:48 12/12/01 Wed *She hears the commotion caused by Keep Sake, sending energy into her flesh, urging her to do something as well. She whinnies to fatale in distress, pacing the wall of her pen. Hearing the cruch of the wood, the shimmering white femme squeals, spinning on her forehooves to kick violently at the wall nearest the eisle, nearest freedom. The boards creak and groan, and Blaze screams her challenge to the walls. She draws strength from the sounds of the other enslaved and vows to get herself and, if possible, the other mare as well. White plume snaps and ears lace back to her skull as she kicks again at the wall, delighting in the splintering sound that ensues. The stress on her hurt leg drives it to bleeding again, and the bandages become partially loose. The white fatale stops when she hears no more of t'other. She whinnies, wondering what became of the femme that brought on this spurt of violence. She stands facing the damaged wall, ears pricked, every muscle still, standing at attention to catch the faintest sound* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ~* Pleasure *~ Keep Sake 02:48:03 12/12/01 Wed *excitement* -- A Heart Ablaze, 02:58:18 12/12/01 Wed