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Date Posted: 14:09:50 12/14/02 Sat
Author: Minstrel/Hannah
Subject: §The Death Of One Brings Life To Another§


ooc--I'm sorry, but I can't keep Minstrel...it's either try and keep her and end up quitting every single of my characters at Wild Soulz, or it's get rid of most of those left and concentrate on a few. I am sooo sorry, but Minstrel is dead now...

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§The crimson mare looks around the harem that she had called her home for years. She had produced no offspring to continue her line and for that she was sorry, but it was beyond late now. The hands of time had ticked their way past her life and now there was nothing to do but wait for death. Silver hairs sprouted upon her glistening youthful coat and now she was half gray. Her head drooped with heaviness as exhaustion crept through her veins. She could no longer run, nor could she even supress an equid smile to comfort those around her. She knew she had been gone far too long and now the activities she had indulged in away from the harem had caught up with her. She knew it was her time to go and she fought it naught. But the pain! She wished naught to leave her friends, nor her home, but it was inevitable. A soft whistle of goodbye is dealt to all with the last breath in her bodice as the crimson mare slips into submission to death. This was the end - no turning back. And now, it was done. The body lay lifeless upon the grass.§


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