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Date Posted: 18:18:47 09/17/02 Tue .:stands at the edge of the herd, a common place for her. She lifts her nose high in the air, scenting a wind arriving from the northeast. It comes and ruffles the other equines' mane and tails. Wind Dancer arches her neck as the wind casts her mane out like a brilliant brown banner. She spins around and begins to buck playfully in pure happiness, the breeze a pleasent reminder of her once mountain home. She rears up and paws at the air for no reason. She casts a gaze over the quiet herd, happiness as well as playfulness shining through her dark brown eyes. The white blanket seems to shine even more brightly as the sun hits it just right. She lands almost delicately on her fores. Her tail flicks abit casually as the wind picks up, casting the manes of every horse flying into through the air. She suddenly breaks into a quick-paced gallop, hooves stirring up dust, dried leaves that blew in from the forest, and loose strands of grass. The golds, browns, and reds merge into a swirling pallette of color that swirls around the mares and Wind Dancer, and for one perfect moment, galloping like that, she seems to be the very spirit of the wind. The wind begins to die, and so does the brief playfulness of Wind Dancer. She turns, slowing into a trot and begins to go back to the herd. Her tail flicks again as she merges back with the herd, wishing the wind would return to the terra.:. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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