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Date Posted: 19:06:17 02/06/02 Wed
Goes By: Piko
Race: Akal tachy (ahh I cant spell that... you know, tall, lean...)
Hue: Bay, black mane/tail
Markings: None
Winters: 4
Gender: Female
Height: 16.4hh
Personell: Friendly to those she trusts, but fiery to the unknown. Dost that say enough?
(Sometimes she'll say things, particularly words, in Spanish, becuse that's where this particular horse was born. If she does, I'll translate it for you.)
Young femora canters swiftly 'nto the land, sun-hued oculi gazing 'cross all whom reside 'ere temporarily, nares flared for any unusual scents... she lays down 'pon the emerald lush, ever mindful of the other mares brujas and brujos... she wonders if e'er she shall be claimed, for 'er 'eart, 'tis a fiery one, not to be won by silly ways, nor fought for... nor 'twas to be claimed... 'twas a frail thing, a mare's soul, and on'y the best could e'er claim it... dare they try for it? She 'ad painfully turned down two 'orses brave enough to try for 'er... would any others dare to be thee one? If one dost try to kill the flames, One will only be engulfed
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