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Date Posted: 15:27:48 01/25/03 Sat
Author: Shasta Wild & Noel
Author Host/IP: cache-mtc-ah04.proxy.aol.com / 64.12.96.169
Subject: :::Changing Tydes:::
In reply to: Torchs Wind 's message, "Scarred Serenity" on 15:15:50 01/25/03 Sat

The patch of rust red fibers furrowed as the Silver fae watched the unearthly roar emitt from Torch's Wind's larynx. Her perceivers lay deft to her cerebrum in obvious terror, her pale blue eyes bled secrecy as he tore out of the cave. She understood what he asked of her, but why she was completely unsure. She stood in terror and shock, blinded by thoughts of what he may be doing.

His dark cherry eyes blinked out the misted tears that rolled down his cheek and froze at the touch of the snow. His steamy breath made small pockets where the snow melted. He struggled for air, which had slowly begun to empty the gap he lay stuck in. He coughed, a small ruffle of his muzzle and though he could not see it he smelt it. The foul scent that cast all over his nostrils, it's wet encasement seeming much to familiar. His blood, the deep crimson flow from within him, now covered the fragile band the wrapped over his chattering maw. He squeaked out in attempt of a cry, he failed. It would appear obvious he had overturned, for the snow was too pudgey to scar him. He remained silent, listening to the incessant drip drop of melting snow.

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