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Date Posted:16:17:32 01/06/03 Mon In reply to:
Rannoch
's message, "~Ever Quest~" on 14:12:04 01/06/03 Mon
He reared upon his hind willows. His raven tresses flew up with him. He came crashing upon stone willows. His orbs looked deceivingly upon his betrayal mare.
"My mare, you are not wise. You seek honor and noticement some thing to live for, well this won't be it. She will kill you too. If you think you will last the battle and be someone of great honor you will not. Even if she decided to spare you which she won't b/c she wants to destroy the world and everyone and everything in it! You will be no longer respected in any rank of horses. Lights or Darks for your on the enemies side."
His flints still stood strong upon the solid ground. Then as he turned upon the ground to see a syn charging right for he'.
"Ah, you will not touch me!"
He gave his heart a burst of anger right before the syn closed on him. He hoped maybe this would keep his heart safe if he continued to give anger and hatred toward them.
"Mischevial some are not strong, time is against us. If this fight goes on for too long some may not be able to fight the syns away. Some only carry so much heart."
His orbs looked seemingly worried. now he not only cared for his mares but the survival of the horse race. He held his flints tight in the ground.
"I must stay strong!"
He repeated in his head. Not only he needed the strength but Mischevial would gain strength if he went on too. He stood awaiting.
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