The colors of the night sky -- Sapphire Isles

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Date Posted: 07:09:40 02/15/03 Sat
Author: Northern Lights
Subject: The colors of the night sky

*He prances about in sinewy legs. Muscular forelgs pulling great mass forward as hindquarts push off and bring him into flight. His great wings stretch out to their capacity. Each wing of about a length of 5ft. Wingspan catches zephyer and he floats along with its warm air. He lashes out with his legs, galoping in the air, while the great white wings push him up and up. A sharp snort is given within each stride allong the air, filling his large lungs the oxygen. His nostrils turn pink from the energy taken and the harsh breaths of cold air rushing in at the high altitude. Small patches of sweat brake out and as he floats higher, the end of the atmosphere looms ever closer and the air, now freeszing and thin, breaks out in fog patches. The irridescent mane ripples behind his great neck and a shrill whinny is emmitted. The sun's light glitters across his body ands each hair shines with health and fitness. He tucks his great wings in and dives down as if he were a falcon after its prey. He swoops down and prepares for landing. As his speed slows, he starts to flap until his just a few feet from the ground. He lightly reaches down with his hoofs until he touches ground and then lets his wings rest. Two strides are taken and then his magnifiscent neck reaches down to the greenery of the isles. He grasps the young, tender shoots in fore teeth and they are yanked free from the containment.*

OOC:what ever happened to Morning Sun i thought she was queen. right?

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*The beautiful silvery-grey mare trots gracefully up.* -- Moondancer, 09:45:20 03/24/03 Mon
- ~Rage -- Morning Sun, 12:08:00 04/21/03 Mon