| Subject: ~*~He doesn't look up, running a hand over the small back of the frightened filly, whispering words she cannot hear to the small horse, he doesn't look to her again, hiding the scar that marrs his own features as best he can~*~ |
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Diablo
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Date Posted: 18:16:48 06/11/01 Mon
In reply to:
Anne
's message, "The mare back up and tosses her head to get the girl's hand off her.(grr! way over letter limit! inside>>>>)" on 18:11:37 06/11/01 Mon
>Snorts and paws furiously at the ground, she had
>been seperated from other horses so long even the
>little filly made her excited Bites her lip and
>half glares at the mare "You know better!" She
>scolds quietly. She senses the man's glances and looks
>over her shoulder. All interest seems to be lost
>behind a mask and she leans outside the stall and
>grabs a brush. Turning she starts grooming the mare in
>an atempt to keep her calm. Stiffles a gentle sigh as
>the mare calms then lays her head gently against the
>mare's back and closes her eyes, her travels had been
>long and hard and she was tired. Her blonde hair falls
>back and unknowingly reveils a long scar down the left
>side of her cheek and neck.
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