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Date Posted: 12:13:16 07/04/01 Wed
Author: DarkStar
Subject: w a t c h f u l

:dark steed remains still within the early morning shadows, silence resounding about the gathering of mares....auditives flicker with mild boredom...:

:gaze darkens at the sight of FO...he too was gathering mares, it was apparent that in his silence he too was planning something...snorts mildly, his hatred for his son having resided after many long days without conflict...:

:snorts...his mares were many and loyal, but still he would need to gather more...only two had sparked his intrest..
Dark Victory and Picture of Perfection:

:A sharp whicker is emited, sounding his invitation to the mares....massive hooves glide with uneasy silence to the side of the one known as Dark Victory, the mare who had intrigued him most...:

:gaze falters, tracing the delicate yet powerful contours of the dark mare's ebon form....nods slowly, muzzle lowered with mild submission, a kind only offered to those he felt truely worthy...dial is raised, the sun playing softly upon ebon visage, scars of battle visible benieth sliken forlock...snorts and nudges the mare, along with Picture of Perfection toward the main herd.:

:he knew nothing of either of the mares, but from what he had seen upon returning, they would fit in with the herd...if not, they would be chased away even given to FO if nessicary...it was in their best intrest to please the other herd members, though it seemed they would...:

(OK I've missed alot in my abscence...ahem... if either of you (DV or PP) have already been claimed just ignore this...sorry if I messed up...)

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[> ~Silent~ -- Death of the Roses, 13:43:18 07/04/01 Wed

+Ebon hued fatale turns sculped dial towards steed..liquid pools reflect sadness..disappointment appearent..female turns away from stallion..swift obsidians carry fatale away from lands..warm orbs now cold and dull..glazed with an icy appearance..muscles play beneath black pelage as female gallops away..cranium held low+

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[> [> . : confusion : . -- DarkStar, 10:51:00 07/05/01 Thu

:dark gaze falters, following the movment of saddened femme as confusion rushes over....snorts, dial tossed, hooves raised in preparation to follow....snorts once more, dial lowered, realizing the seriousness of the situation..DOTR had never before shown her emotions, let alone her sadness....without warning, a sharp whicker is emited, calling his mate to return....hoove is tossed to the earth with irritation....:

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