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Date Posted: 08:43:38 04/22/03 Tue
Author: Zamnor
Subject: (Well...)
In reply to: Roxy 's message, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present......" on 01:06:36 04/17/03 Thu

(You're going to be hearing it from me pretty often if you continue the line of "dont remind me that it sucks..." Because, m'dear, it doesn't.

And now, on with the show.)

"You can call me Zamnor."

A grin accompanies his name, flashing in his dark eyes like a sign hanging over Broadway. He isn't the actor, so he'll get off the stage, but first... The colt makes no move to step closer to the young female, although his tail whips around his hocks with the authority of a horse who's been around.

"And this is Death Valley, the home of the king. Will you be staying, Roxy?"

With a simple question he turns the spotlight onto her, the white, hot light shinning down from the black heavens as he awaits patiently for her reply.

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[> (well blush, blush :-P) -- Roxy, 22:55:27 04/22/03 Tue [1]

((lol.....Im completely flattered, why thank you))

Little and alone, in front of those millions, all mouth agape and uttering sighs of laughter.

And it didnt bother her a bit.

The spotlight beat down upon her harder than a stern hand could upon her damp attire. And she was OK with that; the lights werent gelled, and yet amongst the other washed out members of the core she still stood, vibrantly glowing without flaunting her beauty outwardly. The whites of her eyes showed curiously as her orbs fluttered, the dice rolled.

Crazy 8�s, baby.

The gangly legs stood, and suddenly our Broadway Star wasn�t walking with such grace upon her high heels. Her physique was cumbersome and gangly; it was no longer the eloquent grace she had strived for and desired. She'd let down her hair, taken off the heels and walked back stage to speak alone with Zamnor. There was no need for them to compete in the spotlight; they could talk evenly on the level as equines, and there was a line to be drawn; but she was OK with that.

The last applause, thats all folks, no more encores, I'll see you tomorrow. I got places to go and people to see.

Her graceful limbs, toned and used to ambiance despite her formative years, pivoted with adequate grace to those on point to face him as a filly, and filly alone. Angled face now completely studying that of the colt, the sequins glowing in her orbs had neutralized to a sympathetic, and playful imposure. The sequin fluttered beneath the light, and the threw a snazzy wink, voice replying with a 1950's drawl.

"Zamnor? I got it."

She stops to ponder the lands with increasing like; there were many, and they were ambiable enough to at least SPEAK to her; that was something.

"Yeah; if its OK with you I mean; I'd love to stay."

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