| Subject: ..an entrance.. |
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Artangan
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Date Posted: 19:28:06 01/08/02 Tue
..with grace unlike most the filly trotted forth, the hard flints struck the dry lands, leaving a trail of dust and ashes behind her. The bodice of this femme had filled out, the mane grown to an unruly mass of waved locks, the tail easily touching the ground. Feathers had begun to adore her hooves and the once young filly was becomig a beautiful yet powerful mare..
..the dark eyes looked round the lands she hath called home, a whinny issued to her herd mates, one telling them that she was back..
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