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Subject: ~*You just have to love it when you're Cruising Solo...*~

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�olo

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Date Posted: 17:31:36 02/08/03 Sat
In reply to: Aftershock 's message, "-�^�-Terror of the Aftershock-�^�-" on 17:16:48 02/08/03 Sat

*He spots a horse and canter's to her. He greets her with a low whinnie*

Hello M'lady, I am dubbed Cruising Solo, thought I like being called Solo too. I am happy to let you know that you can join my herd. It is beautiful and there is also a clear blue lake.

*He smiles at her sweetly before he nuzzles her gently. He awaits patiently for her answer*

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[> Subject: ~FeedBack's Music Will Rock Your World~
Author: FeedBack [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 17:42:34 02/08/03 Sat he trots up to the mare, head arched in respect. He comes to a halt and bows I reach out an invitation to you, I am dubbed FeedBack Music, preferably known as FeedBack. he says with sharp nod

[> [> Subject: -�^�-Terror of the Aftershock-�^�-

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Aftershock
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Date Posted: 17:57:26 02/08/03 Sat

-�^�-Vix'n looks at all three stallions, then backs away slightly, gaze shifting between them, shadowed pools cold and hard. Dial shakes, flame kissed mane is sent scattering every which way. Banner flicks unsurely, cupped auds flick back and forth. Nares flare as slight snort is 'mitted. How was she to choose? Should she choose at all, and take the risk of being treated so ill again? She sighs...she had to start again, and try again, but with who? Finnaly she turns to Solo and gives a slight nod, him reminding her least of the stallions of her past. She steps foward t'ward him a bit, but not too close, still being slightly wary. Orbs soften slightly, but are still fairly cold...she was a cold hearted one indeed, and there was no way for her to thaw herself, but perhaps this one could...-�^�-

[> [> [> Subject: ~You just have to love it when you're Cruising Solo~
Author: �olo [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 06:07:50 02/09/03 Sun He nods and aproaches her very slowly, not wanting to scare her I swear, you won't regret it. I'll treat you like I treat all my mares-respect-. He smiles and nuzzles her

[> [> [> [> Subject: -�^�-Terror of the Aftershock-�^�-

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Aftershock
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Date Posted: 21:20:51 02/09/03 Sun

-�^�-She nods slightly and touches her muzzle to his gently, not a real nuzzle but 'twas an attempt to show her grattitude of being accepted and respected. 'Twas harder though, to earn her trust completely, though could be done with time and patience, and harder yet to earn her love. For a moment it almost appears that a hint of a smile-the most rarest expression-crawls upon her face, but then again perhaps it was only imagined...-�^�- Shall we go home then?

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: ~You just have to love it when you're Cruising Solo~
Author: �olo [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 11:51:36 02/10/03 Mon He smiles at her before nodding Let's go He canters off to his herd, and looks behind him, making sure she was coming