Date Posted:15:52:06 01/25/03 Sat Author: Torchs Wind Author Host/IP: px3nr.wp.shawcable.net / 24.66.94.142 Subject: Always In reply to:
Noel
's message, ":::Changing Tydes:::" on 15:44:52 01/25/03 Sat
::: A colts destinguished call is reached, to the east, taloned blades pivot to whence he had heard the call coming. It was Noel! muzlin is tracted as whuffs of atmosphere are ingested into his nostril relams, the blood was fresh and contracted to a targetted spot, all that could be seen was a pile of white dust that had somehow been shifted and re-covered, the stallion makes no haste to begin drawing up the powder, a shrill call sent out once again, beginning to shroud into a meaningless twang because of the blood flow. But enough to distinguish himself to his colt and to hope for another reply call, though if none could be heard, efforts would not be undone, he would search eternity until he found his Foal alive.:::
