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Date Posted: 15:16:42 06/11/02 Tue
Author: Slave Dancer
Author Host/IP: 64.12.104.49
Subject: .solely.

Fatale had no apparent reason to be trudging through uninvestigated territory. Sinewed legs carry her fourth easily and hastily, but she was in no rush. She had no where to go, no one to see. Slave Dancer had decided to take a walk, the rumors of her sudden fall into a state of depression was true. Insecurity's had taken over her life, and felt like she needed to be alone. Did she want to be alone? No. Most certainly not, she wanted to have a family. Ever since she saw Unruley so ecstatic about her foal, she had become envious, but in a good way. A way in which the envy was almost like looking up at her younger kin, and not wanting to destroy her. Sighing heavily, she came to a complete frozen state. Whisps of tresses floated gently in the floating breeze. Slave Dancer stood there, alone. Solitude.

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[> .solitude no more. -- Spirit, 18:35:55 06/11/02 Tue (24.162.0.85)

dense mist pardons its pathways unto the fateful phantom that trudges through the thick air. vix ambles along carelessly, dark occuli absorbing all surroundings. nares dialate with the scent of another, crania uplifts for the occasion of new presence among the mists. to some, phantoms have been explained across fire camps, stories becoming myths, myths becoming legends, legends becoming unrealistic. but now you see the truth. the truth of living dead that has come to pass with advice, advice for those who not only seek the solitary life, but also the fulfilled one. you may choose decisions, but never will they be wrong in the eyes of the beholder if you choose them wisely. and there, my friend, is why the gift of knowledge has always seemed so over-rated. yet I show you the way to good judgement...and it is your choice to follow.

.do you?.

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