| Subject: -turns- |
Author:
dae Vorwand
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Date Posted: 18:18:49 03/24/02 Sun
In reply to:
Zayn
's message, "^Approach^" on 18:09:02 03/24/02 Sun
The dark stallion turns, golden gaze locking with hers then he walks over, iron hooves making a quiet ring on the stone floor. He stops a foot away then reaches out and brushes her muzzle gently in greeting.
(sorry I was gone for awhile...)
his deep voice echoed in her head, he did not speak aloud.
The golden light glimmered on his dark pelt, the shiny white of a scar gleaming against his ebon pelt. His neck brushed hers, hot body heat steaming from his rump and withers.
(I had other business to attend to...but I am back now.)
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