<center>::Arrival of Doom::</center> -- ~Mares~

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Date Posted: 14:49:54 07/08/01 Sun
Author: Devil's Destiny
Subject: ::Arrival of Doom::

::Ebon fatale of fiendish dimensions, strides easily upon the terrain� elongated movements carry the lithe figure briskly into the 'Mares Land'. Dial is tossed defiantly, sending tresses and mane and forelock flying only to float down and lie tousled upon the vixen's masculine neck. Gaunt frame pauses momentarily amidst the many equines wishing to be accepted into the realms. Any eqqus could tell that the fem was young by the emaciated look that was covered by a taut raven pelt. Gangly legs stand rooted to the terra� mahogany orbs glaze over suddenly becoming outlined by a think ivory line� lobes flicker temporarily before lacing to the femina's cranium� a comfortable expression for this fatale to wear. Intimidation wells up within her� she had no idea how many equines were here to attempt to be accepted into these lands. Still, intricately carved dial is held high showing no sign of fear, only that of pride. Harsh snort emits from flaring scarlet nares as she takes in the many new aromas about her. Sable limbs expel a staccato like rhythm as her pace accelerates to an extended trot. Newly formed muscles contract and expand as she seemingly floats across the terra firma. High-pitched call is put forth through parted labrums as a call of her arrival�of fate�::

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