*She sees approaching stallion, and she whickers throatily for him. Her dark orbs wait for him and invite him to receive her love for him.* -- Black Lake

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Subject: *She sees approaching stallion, and she whickers throatily for him. Her dark orbs wait for him and invite him to receive her love for him.*

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Eternity
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Date Posted: 18:57:34 04/28/02 Sun
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In reply to: Diablo's Deceivance 's message, "Ivory stallion strides alongside borders of the black mass of rising, falling, cresting ebony waves, strike contrast of light on dark, though at heart 'twas blackness overshadowed by the lithe figure of true darkness. Something about his movement shows his emotional depletion, the depths of his black orbs haunted by some new torture. He lifts his head, turning it, catching sight of the mare, like a tendril of fire perched where she is, and his eyes light up, ears pricking forward, life returning slightly to his deadened step. Whistling, he trots towards the mare." on 12:39:28 04/26/02 Fri

>>>The femme lifts elegant visage,
>>>gazing t'wards fatale above, interest within orbs,
>yet
>>>hesitant to approach. Not once had she spoken, not
>>>within the borders of these countries, if not through
>>>the prowess of thought...but even that she hesitated
>>>to use lately, a loner by nature, not seeking of
>>>company yet always yearning for it.
>>>Whirling, ebon' fatale flies from terra, tail
>flagging
>>>as if inviting other to follow.

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His neck extends, muzzle brushing hers, and he whickers lovingly. DD 17:49:04 04/30/02 Tue

...She smiles briefly at him and lips at his ivory mane... -- Eternity, 18:18:25 05/12/02 Sun