yea it is a crime -- Devil's Mountain

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Date Posted: 10:51:20 05/18/03 Sun
Author: Fleur
Subject: yea it is a crime
In reply to: Lightnings Power 's message, "shocked she takes a few steps back" on 09:55:38 05/18/03 Sun

Tight lipped newcomer jumps at this chance to interject her comments and overall disrupt. With a curt nod to DOL and Deepest Desire, she smiles coyly and narrows her eyes at the other mare. "That's really depressing if the only way you can get attention is to throw yourself butt-first under a stallion," She says, flicking her tail contemptuously at the snow-white fae. The mare was a rich buckskin color, with strong black legs. She had three neat little socks, but no white facial markings.

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[> [> [> [> [> Re: she slowly walks away -- lightnings power, 10:54:02 05/18/03 Sun

her silky mane jumps on her neck as she hangs her head low to the ground and she thinks to herself mabey I be wanted at a barn with humans she walks off into the distance hopeing they would call her back. never before had she seen a more beautiful stallion and she knew she never would again

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[> [> [> [> [> [> buh bye -- Fleur, 12:07:47 05/18/03 Sun

The cold mare watches the whore stalk away saddly, and no vocals come from her chest to call her back. Perhaps the humans will breed her, a thought strung itself out before her. Darkened ocules roll as she turns away from the direction the pallid one had exited.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Devoid of emotion -- Daughter of Lights, 15:45:37 05/18/03 Sun

The mare watched emotionlessly as the white one walks away in the direction of the farm. She bit back a chuckle, for the same thought that occured to Fleur passed through her own mind. Shrugging, the sedate sympathizer, for she did feel badly that the mare had nothing better to look for, turned back to her occupation of grazing.

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