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Date Posted: 07:09:15 07/18/09 Sat
Author: Misty (lonely)
Author Host/IP: 33.sub-75-222-72.myvzw.com / 75.222.72.33
Subject: waiting for a stallion

surronding the mare is lonelyness. the world around her is dull. all she wants to do is run in the winds with a proud stallion that would understand her as an equal.

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[> Coming for You -- Zador, 05:17:13 08/10/09 Mon (static.unknown.charter.com/96.33.92.163)

Zador

Coming For You

Zador was running along the dew kissed grass, feeling at one with the world. The wind did not blow at all this morning, but Zador didnt care he would be the one making the wind. Running faster his mane and tail flowing behind him. When all felt right it started feeling oh so wrong. Shouldnt he have a mate? (Yes I should), Zador thought. Zador slowed to walk, now hooves stomping on hell roof. He slowed again to a stop. He smelled something.
Zador again picked up his ran, making the wind again, hoping to look powerful. He stopped there in the distance was what he had smelled, a lovely mare. Zador walked up to her, walked around her, his bulky body touching her ever so lightly. Zador walked all the way around and stopped where his body was right beside hers.
"Why hello", he said in his deepest voice. He continued,"My name is Zador and you are?"
(Why this is my lucky day), he thought

Stallion, 7 years of Age, Fresian, No Foals, No Mate

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