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Subject: Entrance


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Stovati
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Date Posted: 18:34:43 04/17/02 Wed
Author Host/IP: 66.20.213.107

Filly trots in and looks around. Detruisent, it is becoming a wasteland. What happened? Is there a drought? Or is evil possessing this land also?

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Détruisent
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Date Posted: 18:59:54 04/17/02 Wed
Author Host/IP: 64.12.103.161

Muzzle is dropped to the barren earth, shadows and breaths looming over the abandoned territory. It is indeed a wasteland. Détruisent drinks in the hunger of past dwellers with discomfort at hearing Stovati's words. "There is no evil here, though the grass does not care what type of mouth consumes it. Is that what happens? A horse eats the grass, and it is eaten. The herd moves on. Evil isn't linked to wasteland, all horses are that stay too long." He pauses to lift his head and look at Stovati. "Understand that it is dangerous to think like that. Do not link ugly or wasted with evil. The darkness is beautiful, do you agree?"

Thought of Nerezza was refreshed, as was a longing to get there. It was not beautiful, obviously not as beautiful as the darkness could be. Beauty of the eyes was not a high priority. Whatever was the highest priority, no one understood. Or cared. "Do you believe how beautiful death can be?"

Détruisent walked to a fallen silverblood mare (River Heart) and hovered over her in a haunting fashion, intending Stovati to follow.


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