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Post by silverfall on Mar 12, 2004 10:24:46 GMT -5
Racing out of Ponyville, the silver unicorn did not stop until she was deep in the forest. There she stood with her legs tensed and her mind searching outward, feeling along the spiritual veins of the earth...
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Post by silverfall on Mar 13, 2004 13:02:41 GMT -5
Deep in her something stirred and Silverfall contemplated calling the elements of the air to carry her back to Fewa. But her anger was still too great and she hestitated. If the Mystic was to lose his power and be consumed by the dark, was it any business of hers? Did she even care?
She stood at the edge of the forest. In the distance she could see Ponyville, once terrorized and torn, now being rebuilt. She wanted nothing more than to flee all these places, but where could she go? She danced about on her hooves, indecisive.
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Post by silverfall on Mar 17, 2004 19:20:01 GMT -5
As if she'd been caught behaving badly on tape, Silverfall recoiled momentarily and then recovered her grace with such speed that it would make one pause blinking just to sure there was nothing more to miss. Taking a pointed step forward as if she knew she was being watched, marched herself back into the fields that would take her back to Ponyville.
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