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Post by ElementalParadise on Sept 21, 2003 9:06:30 GMT -5
As she was walking home, she noticed the scorched ground. Luckily it hadn't reached her house. She plopped down on her bed sleepily, and fell asleep.
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Post by ElementalParadise on Oct 5, 2003 10:08:10 GMT -5
Paradise woke up all of a sudden. She glanced at her clock. It said it was 11:39 AM. She scrambled out of bed, and ran a comb quickly through her bright mane & tail, and rushed outside to take a walk.
The air outside was warm, but not summer weather. She trotted through the forest, her hooves naturally taking her along the dirt trails. She noticed a falled tree about 100 feet away, and gathered herself into a canter. She thought she'd be able to clear the large log, but she misjudged her jump. She knocked into the tree, sending her tumbling. There was a loud 'crack' as her leg got caught in a hole on the edge of the path, and her snow white leg snapped in a fracture. A pained neigh rang through the normally cheerful air.
(OOC: I'll have her lay here and die if no one'll take her as their own character, just so you know.)
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Post by ElementalParadise on Oct 10, 2003 18:54:59 GMT -5
Par lowered her head, tears streaming down her soft white face. Her green eyes looked at the ground as she gave a soft neigh. If she wasn't found in the next 3 days, she would surely be dead.
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Post by ElementalParadise on Oct 15, 2003 19:21:00 GMT -5
Face it, you'll never be found., Paradise bitterly thought. At that moment she gave up hope. Her pretty white head lowered slowly, and her eyes closed as she went wherever dead ponies go.(to me its Fewa)
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Post by Tink on Oct 18, 2003 9:03:28 GMT -5
Piston froze as he came upon the body, it was beginning to rot. Nowwhta to do? he couldn't leave it around for scaengers or anything, that is if they hadn't already gotten to it. He wandered around and began to dig a hole.
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Post by Tink on Oct 18, 2003 10:29:47 GMT -5
After several hours Piston was finally done and had pulled the body into the hole. He filled it in quietly. He glanced around, now, where was soemthing to mark the grave? He found a stone five ft. from the grave and began to try and push it. He had only gotten it six inches in half an hour.
Dang it, just when I could really use some super powers.
5 hours later.....
Piston collapsed. He had finally gotten teh stone on top of teh grave. Now, he would get going as soon as he could move his tired legs.
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Post by Tink on Nov 8, 2003 12:57:13 GMT -5
Piston opened his eyes groggily, oops, he had fallen asleep. He began to climb to his fet and cried out. His legs felt like they'd been run over, dang being mortal! He managed to take off flying.
Cont: Wherever he is needed I guess.
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