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Subject: Smile


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Black Mischief & Black Follower
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Date Posted: 09:09:50 06/19/02 Wed
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In reply to: Nightingale 's message, "-v- Birdo f the Night -v-" on 14:01:25 06/18/02 Tue

+THe cold-blooded filly smiles but there was a sense of fear and sadness in her dark black eyes. Her muzzle was pointed directly at the ground and her eyes wandered. She glanced not only at Nightingale but at MIschief, Unruley, and Satan. THe colt she had first liked had now become her enemy. Or had he? Why did she feel she must make friends with him before he could destroy her? Why did she fear for her beloved Mischief's life? Why was she preasured with these thoughts as she was still only 5 months old. Her body shook and she turned to Nightingale her muzzle still pointed at the ground. "Nightingale. I miss my mother. When shall I see her again? Why do we have enemies in our own kind and why is there a sense that we might make friends with them? Why is there color in my cheecks when I look at the evil colt? He is my family. NO NO let me refrase that. He is my Great nephew I his Great Aunt yet we are foals together. I feel like somethings wrong yet I feel I can trust you. Why is that i don not even know you like I know mIschief and I wouldn't ask him these things." The young filly was only now getting a grasp of her future what lay before her. now she wasn't proud of her heritage she was proud that she was royal she was only proud that a small speck of her was there and that was her mother and father. She was proud now of the land beneath her feet not of how she carried her head. She now didn't care about beauty she only cared about the world around her and the freedom she needed at her age. For the first time in her months she was proud she hadn't been born in hell for if she had right now she would be followed around like some kind of prisoner and being made to look nice and honorable. She knew this fate still awatied her for when she must return but for now until she was called she was free to roam. For a second she was sorry for Satan for now he must bear that awfull thought. and he must be a prince but she was able to do as she pleased. Was it possible the filly had just outgrown her body? Was it possible? Before Satan and Unruley left to hell her mother spoke. But she spoke so as not only the filly could hear everyone could hear. She said "Unruley I thank thee for showing my young filly what was right. Satan you truely are what a gret-great-greatmother and father would be proud of and my young one. We are we are. Mischief I am ever in your duty for raising my filly for caring for her in all those hard months. Nightingale you are my filly's future. You are her gaurdian and her protecter. You have the biggest say in all of her moves beside her own. And you shall hopefully be wise enough to know when she must return. When she must go to hell for the second time in her life you must return her then but bring mIschief with you he after all has been her father. And I am trusting all of you with my filly. But Satan you must understand. Nither of your parents are dead. And they won't be for along time. Follower has been jealous of untill now. It is only that of a mother and fathers love of what has made her not respect her elders. but now thanx to all of you my filly shall once again respect them. Satan I'd be grately pleased if you would atleast except to be friends with her. For now what she needs most is a mother and a dear friend. I thought for awhile that you would be that friend bUt ow I doubt and I have never doubted before. If you don't make friends with her I'm afraid that I'll be wrong but this desicion is yours. The filly needs a friend. She needs you Satan. I don't think you have realized that she only needs you as a friend. She, and I and her sire wish her to choose her own mate andthat will come in time. We were hoping that by putting her in your hands you might forgive her and make friends with her but if it is not to be it is not to be." then the voice leaves and the filly stands akwardly she never had liked it when they talked in public. They always made bis speaches like this one and always found a way to embarrass her. She stood right beside Nightingale and smiled. for now she knew where she belonged.

+The stallion smiles and looks at Unruley and Satan. "Uh can I come to hell with you?" He smiles sheepishly he'd never been and wanted to go. It was side there was great sites there and He wanted to see them." (ooc sounds like a great place to tour! LOL)

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