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Date Posted: 01:21:06 04/26/02 Fri
Author: Black Star
Subject: *Gone*
In reply to: ~o Moon Ripple o~ 's message, "Anger...Sadness" on 10:58:35 04/25/02 Thu

Thy trusty kookaburra fly o'erhead o' a smokewash'd femme silently. Wings beat softly an' sudden chirp o' alarm is released. Divin' quickly he lands b'side the femme chirpin' a warnin'.

Cloud o' darkness whirls b'tween thy umbra boardly. Pausin' a moment she searches through thy loam for thee intruder. The wind raised brin' new o' 'nother. Doublets flicker alertly an' shrill whistle o' fear is released as nip is placed 'pon shes sholder. Frame o' she is raised fr'm the ground to rear b'fore thy dark moonwash'd brute. Lightning strikes illuminating she slender raven bodice. Boa is snaked to strike out at thy brute wit' deadly ivories. Occuli reflect thy ebony clouds as they roll in o'er thy two equines.

'Nother flash o' lightnin' a she see 'er b'loved Moon Ripple. Labrums part to 'mitt soft whicker to 'he'. Frame is lowered to thy terra slowly to face thy mascu dubbed 'the Brolga'. Shiverin' slightly she watches everythin' but nothin' is taken' in. Occuli is fixed 'pon thy kookaburra an' almost silent whistle is released in thanks. Feelin' soft nip she turns 'round an' allows herself to be lead off. Still clouds are reflected in dark occuli o' thy femmora. Good distance is kept b'tween 'he' an' 'she' as she leaves the safty o' the ravine. Ivories are bared incase thy foolish brute tried to come near she.

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