[ a r e v e r i e s p l i t ] -- Redwood Forest

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time ]

Subject: [ a r e v e r i e s p l i t ]

Author:
.. * dreamkeeper *..
[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]
Date Posted: 15:48:35 07/20/01 Fri

The female equine sprints short distance around territory, peace at heart. Petite Arabian styled visage curves, clasping muzzle to nape of chest in light nature's version of 'pirouettes'. Releases strain on nerve chord on neck as dial extends forth. Blithe whistle escapes vocals, auditives remaining at full front. En route to returning to others, quadruped slows, spying newcomer and rousing dispute. Feminine creature observes from secluded portion of shadows, gaze fleeing from the entrance of Crosswinds to the build of Tryst - the mare she has yet to know. Auditives slowly lace to half-mast , wary of the situation. Though not her own business, the incident happens before her eyes which cannot be bypassed. Bruja-like frame quivers indecisively before venturing forth, limbs working mechanically to come up behind others, a spark of wondering now residing in glassy surface of lamps.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Subject Author Date

The stallion's lobes swivel back as he hears the approach of another herd member. He catches her scent, recognizing who it was and not needing to turn. He continues to watch the invader, waiting for her to make her business know. (NT) Fin 18:35:21 07/20/01 Fri