| Subject: Thundering hooves rang in the distance.. |
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~§~ The Last Beauty ~§~
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Date Posted: 13:22:14 09/23/02 Mon
A small black figure could be seen upon the horizon, as it neared one could clearly see it was a mare, a very wild one at that. It was, of course, The Last Beauty. Soaked mane flew off her arched neck, snorting wildly, she entered Magik of Angel's Territory, and slowly slid to a stop, nostrils flared, eyes wide. She lifted off her forehooves, rearing angrily, horn glowed brightly for a moment, legs slashing through the air before coming down to an abrupt landing. Blood ran down her left side, it was storming bad at the Meadow, and a lightning bolt had grazed her side. She glanced at the huge wound, prancing about, light on her feet. The pain, the blood, and the power of the storm had driven her on edge. Cloven hooves gleamed as they danced over the terrain.
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