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Subject: A dark black mare steps forth........waiting for a steed to claim her

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Blood Lust

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Date Posted: 20:24:28 03/08/03 Sat

The dark mare steps forth..looking with her orbs that have obviously been cleared of feeling. Judging from her size she stands a beautiful 16.5 h. She looks like she has lived for five seasons. Her species is of fine arabian pure-blood. Her long ebony tail sweeps the ground flowing like a snake... She walks with dignity and pride..she is well muscled..her personality is dark and cruel...she likes foals and maybe will start a family..she is dubbed Blood Lust.

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Date Posted: 20:53:31 03/08/03 Sat

Flame licked stallion trots forth up to the hellion, dark ooids with welcome and strength. He was of a peaceful and protective nature, but if irritated to the point of deep anger, he would not hesitate to fight with all his might to protect himself or his home or his friends. He whinnies in greeting, watching.
I am Thunderbeat Message, and welcome to the lands. If you desire so, I would be honored if you would choose to live in my comforting home.
Fiery tresses are tossed, and his paper-thins expand, drinking the scent of the mare.