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Post by breakaway on Apr 19, 2006 21:21:33 GMT -5
Rain stalked the land almost boredly, searching to see if Hidden or the others had survived the plauge. In truth, she was in deep shock after witnessing so many deaths. It had been horrible to see the torment the equines had suffered before drawing their final breaths. Shaking herself vigorously, she sought to rid her mind of the haunting images. One foal in particular had stuck in her thoughts...a beautiful gray filly, locked in pain that she couldn't ease. Shutting her orbs tightly, she released a shaky bugle for Hidden. She needed something concrete to see.
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Post by fil de fil on Apr 20, 2006 15:12:02 GMT -5
Weak in body....
A painted form with a matted and dirty pelt came slowly forth...
Stong in mind...
Scream was dead; she had to be. Weakened from the fight, the plague would have taken her first. And Layfette would have been at her side; it would have spread to her. A deep pang in his heart haunted him with every step, but upon hearing Rain's call he pushed it away. She was alive.... At first he did not believe it. He thought that he, too, had contracted the disease and was having illusions, yet upon seeing her, he knew in his heart that she was real. Before reaching her he answered her call, his voice strong. Though the past weeks had been difficult, he would regain his strength soon; he had too.
When he reached her his solem lyrics came questioningly out.
Are you the only one left?
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Post by breakaway on Apr 20, 2006 20:25:33 GMT -5
A strange relief flooded through her as Hidden came into sight, though she forced herself not to rush to him. She had to retain some dignity, though most had been stripped by what she'd seen. His voice had sounded strong, though he looked rather thin. Had he caught the disease? AT his question, she dipped her dial slightly.
I think so. Are you ok?
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Post by fil de fil on Apr 22, 2006 18:16:13 GMT -5
Okay? Such a vague question.... For a moment he was silent, wondering to himself if he was okay. Thinkbox came to an answer quickly: yes; he was okay. He was not as good as he had been before, both physically, and emotionally, but he would recover. He still had his land, some of his herd. He would pull through. Slowly he bobbed his dial in answer to Rain. Stopping, he lowered his crannium to the ground, searching for food to nurish his week body. Finding a few little tufts of grass he tugged at them slowly.
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