<font face=verdana font size=2 font color=deepskyblue>>*Approach*< -- The Bloobath

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Date Posted: 14:17:12 08/26/02 Mon
Author: Ucir
Author Host/IP: 64.12.96.169
Subject: >*Approach*<
In reply to: solstice 's message, "� .when.the.sun.is.away.the.darkness.shall.stay. �" on 12:48:34 08/25/02 Sun

One o' much youth approacheth suffering fatale, not a blade o' grass bent in his wake. Th' pebbles dare not roll aside as he treads 'pon them, it seems, for they remain at rest as he passes, for even a young unicorn is respected by all nature. A pause, uncertain. Should he heal a blackblood? Healings costs him so much of his strength, and truly, 'twill only be one more to destroy his kind if he does. Nevertheless, dial bent, alicorn touchinh unconscious form. Light flares, as the mare heals. Unicorn colt stumbles back, weakened, and flees, for surely she shall awaken soon,and 'tis best for him not to be here when she does.

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[> [> � .when.the.sun.is.away.the.darkness.shall.stay. � -- solstice, 15:28:54 08/28/02 Wed (165.91.70.97)

� ashen vixen wakes, slipping back into consciousness. lids slit, revealing placid ooids. lobes swiveling forward as crown rises from the ground, she stares about dazedly. snorting, pillars support chassis as tips are planted once again. glancing about her, she gazes up at Rahul Jagged from which she fell. slowly, she eyes herself, skin and limbs reattached and unbroken, though there are scars in numerous places to remind her of the mangled carcass which used to be her own body. snorting once again, her stomach begins cramping with hunger and she leans down to clip vegetation ravenously as she ponders. orbs move over the forms of the others inhabiting the valley and her thoughts begin to drift about, some fluttering in and flitting away, others coming to stay for a few minutes to be observed by her ever-wandering mind. her eyes pause on the needle-like tip of a unicorn's alicorn, and realization came to her. rising immediately and swallowing, she comes to the conclusion that the one responsible for healing her was one of silver blood, and she snorts. orbs clouding, she moves into a brisk canter and soon disappears from the valley. �

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