| Subject: ...water droplets rage, rain like stinging arrows... |
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Raging River
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Date Posted: Saturday, July 19, 09:03:30am
In reply to:
riverline
's message, "cry of the swift river" on Friday, July 18, 09:58:20am
Chocolate, vanilla splashed Indian princess tosses her haughtily gorgeous head, small, perfectly shapen muzzle tipped up toward the sky. Small ears flick swiftly toward the other's quiet murmurings, and she watches with black diamonds that are so complex, yet so intricately simple. The proud beauty paws the earth with a slender mohogan leg, dark rivers rippling and tumbling on the arrogant neck, the slightly tapered, fiercely beautiful face outlined on the horizon. She says in her clear, fierce proud voice, ~Friendship is earned, you cannot force it.~ Chocolatey nostrils flaring, she looks to the sky, at her eagle comrade circling and swooping above. ~But you have already begun to follow the path that leads to friendship.~ With that, she half-smiles at the slightly older other, and gives a wild buck, ducking her head and kicking her heels furiously at the air, shwoing her anxiety to be off. ~Want to run?~
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