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~ The Soaring Club's Herd ~

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~!~ Mane snarled, tangled in branbles, you struggle through the thick forest, having lost your way, stepped off the path of security and everything real and safe. The hot breath of the summer afternoon is suffocating within the tropical trees, the twigs tearing violetly at you, and you speed up, travelling at a lopsided canter, trying to get away from the cluches of each bush. And suddenly, you burst out into a cove, large, filled with bright, crystalline sand. The trees behind sigh gently in the quiet breezes, cooling and lifting your torn mane off of your neck. A light silvery mist hangs over the early morning beach, shrouding it in a veil of beauty and mystery. Just a hint of euphoria, a tiny taste of what Utopia might be, you step forward, leaning down to admire the rocking, briny waters at your feet, the soft rush of each wave soothing and calm. The thick, white sand cushions your weary legs, and you sigh in content, this place somewhere in the depths of a hidden inlet a hint of paradise undiscovered. Or is it... Raising your head, you notice a grey shadow, standing somewhere nearby, blanketed in the grey mist, a taste of stallion. He blends, his iron coat almost glowing softly from the shadows, his thick mane billowing around his face, long tail almost to the ground. His dark, enchanting eyes are lost somewhere, enraptured with his home, enraptured with the sea, and something more... Curious, you step forward, wondering who the mystery before you might be... ~!~

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"I would do anything
just to peel back the waves
Make a hole
so I can breathe
so I can live under the sea.... "

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~ Herd Members ~

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~!~ Helpless... ~!~Club15:24:01 06/29/01 Fri
~Whickers softly and nuzzles Club, a small smile on her face. Oculars shine brightly as the wind gently pierces her ebony mane, silk tresses softly whirling around her. The shadows gently press along her mahogany pelt as she gently lies down next to the stallion, hoping that he would be all right. Cupped lobes prick upon her poll as she lays her head down on his barrel~ (NT)Sounds of Silence17:15:00 05/14/01 Mon
~Tosses her head lightly, yet looks upon Club. She worries about him. She worries a lot. Fear grips at her. What if he...left? As in, died. She wouldn't be able to bear it. Or if he was so sick the rest of his life that she would have to care for him. The thoughts haunted her and she felt guilty when she thought them over again. Of course she would take care of him the rest of his life! She loved him. Yet still, it haunted her..~Sounds of Silence13:35:43 03/31/01 Sat
~Out of the dust comes the femme of mahogany and ebony. A smile dances upon her face as she stops, looking around. Her orbs look around, looking for the one that she loved. Her auditives are pricked forward, tips delicately towards the sound of the mighty steed as she waits upon him.~Sounds of Silence08:44:42 03/11/01 Sun


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