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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 8:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:26 pm
August stumbled and fell. Her hand darted out to where she had brushed a table. She slammed her hand down to catch herself. Her hand landed on an knife. She quickly bit her lip to stop any curses from flying to her lips. Slowly she lifted her hand upwards, listening in dismay to the pitter pater of her blood falling back to the table.
Rust lifted his head. *BLOOD* was all his mind comprehended. There was blood near. He could smell it. He rose his black muzzle in the air and deeply inhaled the sent.He stomped his hooves and began to run.
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