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Date Posted: 16:08:09 04/23/01 Mon
Author: Darque
Subject: Plunges Down The Bank
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Image
's message, "*~she trots off around the tt, exploring, at a fast clip~*" on 13:58:48 04/21/01 Sat
. In desire to be with his mare, he plunges down the bank into the pond, an uproar of waves lets loose, flying into the evening air. He dunks his head, then comes back up, his ebony head trenched with water, ears sunk back slightyly. He snorts in joy,then wades over to his Lead Mare. He nuzzles her, blowing into her nostrils, then wickering quietly to themselves .
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*~snorts~* -- Image, 17:15:42 04/23/01 Mon
*~she snorts and shakes the water from her soggy coat and nickers softly before nudging him and tearing off up the bank to pause briefly at the top, awaiting his chase~*
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Steps Out -- Darque, 14:55:49 04/24/01 Tue
. Darque, noticing the femmes departure, steps out, carrying himself over the bank, then onto solid ground. He begins to shake vigorously from his black dial to the tip of his ebony water logged tail. Then, with fire and excitement amounting in the stallion, he begins to prance around the silken femme, his regal head held high, tail streaming behind him, mane tangling up with the playful wind. He slides to a short stop, enhancing himself above the ground, his huge hulking frame catching the evening air. His onyx diamond-hard hooves strike the air .
. With that moment of pleasure, the steed lands back to solid ground, only to begin half-rearing, and bucking vigorously, his target being to arouse the ivory femme. He then rears again, a loud, window breaking, whinny escapes his tattered dial .
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