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Subject: -Dance-


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Invading Sun
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Date Posted: 13:39:50 10/12/01 Fri
In reply to: Voodoo 's message, "~!~ Cavort...... ~!~" on 14:03:09 10/11/01 Thu


-Masculine stud hears her joyous voice captivate his lobes. His pistons touch to and fro of the ground with an eagerness about them. His mane flops and slides and sparkles in the fesh morn sun that brightened the day. The lost rays sprinkled upon her dark coat, making her gleam with a peculiar beauty. He listened nonchalantly to her melody and let his own deep voice join in here and there. He tactfully brings himself to her side with a presence unknown to others. His optics held only the spark of love and grace, then filled with swirls of faith and hope. A smile holds his lips in a beautiful curve. His neck slowly bends and his muscles flex, his ivory mane tastefully playing with his jowl. He nudges her joyously and grins, chuckle rumbling from deep within at her silliness. He tosses his head grinning now even more than before. His forelock tucks itself behind the pricked auditives. His mouth parts- Very happy morning! -His optics gleam with a careful, loving fire, a flame never to be put out. His satin muzzle is pushed to touch her slender, taunt muscled shoulder. Shock jolting his heart as he looks into her optics with the foolish grin upon his face, the sun's new morn rays wavering upon his loose forelock, and then it struck her face. Her delighted face...-

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