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SilverStar
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Date Posted: Friday, June 20, 08:28:35pm
In reply to:
Resaelis
's message, "^upon silent wings^" on Thursday, June 19, 05:18:40pm
Stormy dark eyes full of untamable fire are turned to the mascu, one smoky black slender leg pawing idly at the dry earth, dusky velveteen nostrils flaring. Her profile is beautiful against the sky, the graceful arched crest, slender legs, light body structure and tapered teacup muzzle portraying her partly Arabian ancestry. Her spirit is that of the Arabian and of the Mustang, full of fire, but with a wild freedom. She throws exquisitely sculptured head with its thin snowy stripe of white lightening, raven tresses whirling and swirling on lithe neck, prancing on light, agile hooves and calls in a wild, clear voice with a hint of stormy silver, I am called SilverStar, inclining her head amiably. She then addresses her snowy friend, the wasted yet still beautiful mare. Mais quel est ceci, Polaire? Véridiquement je peux dire que je ne qui sait pas ceci 'celui' est. ..I n'a jamais été dominé par n'importe qui, et ne fera jamais. As if to prove her point she rises in a small rear, tearing at the air with flinty hooves, her hide gleaming bright quiksilver, the raindrop dapples shining as well, her thick stream of midnight tail rippling in the wind.
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