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Date Posted: 09:16:29 07/03/01 Tue
Author: Kiss Of Death
Subject: S e t t l e

*Femme emits a harsh whicker in reply to FO's, twin sets lace forward inquisitively, from what she had learnt, it seemed FO treated his mares far better than his sire, fem's mind begins to wander slightly, many steeds were like this, ATR was one. Upper labrum curls slightly in disgust, what a worthless steed and yet DarkStar had granted him a territory. Morose scornful oculi dance from the domiant steed the the dominant mare, if they could, lips would curve upwardly slightly in a smirk, she seemed to have a wise powerful air about her which made her more interesting. She appeared to approve of her and this pleased femme, the approval of the happy-go-lucky or enemy equines was worthless yet these equines were her not unlike her, so their view counted. Ooids drift to PLO, she could see why she was given the 'guard' position. Yet she seemed weary of her, this did not bother femme. Most were like this to begin with, she knew where to draw the line so she had nothing to fret about. Mocking laughter plays in phlegmatic orbs, neighter of these mare's seemed to approve of Dashliera, watching others get picked to pieces was amusing and kept the hidden fire within femme alive. She would settle in fine it seemed.*

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