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Subject: Who Are We Really Author: Damned-Soul of Distress [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 00:11:10 07/28/02 Sun Along the border of the meadow so vast trees part silently to allow a figuer to pass. Gliding out of the foilage a mare floats barely seeming to touch the earth - barely seeming to be there. Young was her age but not so her mind. She was mature for her young age for a odd cause. When first she entered this world at the home of humans she perished within seconds of birth. As swift as she had gone she was revived but she was changed. It is thought that while she was gone spirits of ancient minds swept into her frame and when her true spirit returned they were combined in the result of this young in body but aged in mind. She had the form of a Damsel In Distress...awaiting the Night In Shining Armor to descend and rescue her from unknown peril - but she wasn't. Looks can be decieveing...who was she? She was the... Damned-Soul Of Distress Femora of many sights,sounds,and ages looks about herself. This was the home of the stallion Masquerade...yet where was he? It appears his herem was his no more - Dammar was master now. She approaches with no caution...she had nothing to fear. Standing in front of him,muzzle barely reaching stallions shoulder she addresses herself and her presence: "I am Damned-Soul of Distress and I came here to inquire if Masquerade had kept his decision to enter among the humans - alas it appears he has. None the less I ask permission to dwell here..it seems acceptable" No fear was in her eyes so young and clear or in her features so slender and power-filled. What his reply was she knew not - nor dreaded. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date .+ that you will find in time +. dammar+~+~destructive one 17:08:13 07/29/02 Mon Nods -- Damned-Soul of Distress, 20:24:45 07/29/02 Mon .+ very well then +. -- dammar+~+~destructive one, 15:41:36 07/30/02 Tue Follows -- Damned-Soul of Distress, 20:24:44 08/01/02 Thu .+ race? +. -- dammar+~+~destructive one, 12:06:41 08/02/02 Fri Mind Clears -- Damned-Soul of Distress, 20:39:37 08/02/02 Fri