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Date Posted: 12:07:54 10/07/01 Sun
Author: Storm
Subject: Enters

With an explosion of noise and fury a mare comes galloping out of the woods, out into the open valley. Her mane and tail are whipped back in the wind, her ears are tightly flattened against her head - she charges boldly across the field.
Then in a single swift movement she has stopped galloping and throws her head back as she rears up. Her hooves stab at the air in a dangerous manner, and she lets out a wild scream that echoes throughout the valley.
Her coat is a soft palomino, lathered in sweat and spattered with mud. Her sides heave up and down, tired from the long journey she had made. She lets out one more wild scream of challenge, before finally dropping back down to the ground. Snorting and pawing the ground she constantly keeps a watch out. Her eyes agleam with wild mockery -
Many had tried to tame her wild soul, but none had succeeded, only managing to sharpen her mistrust and aggression further - this was a mare who knew no stallion's law, and fought wildly against those who tried to teach it to her.
Unlike many other mares she was no dainty and delicate little thing that depended on a stallions protection - priding her strength, speed and agility, she was a mare who was truely wild to the pit of her soul. She would bow to no stallion, and quickly learnt to resent those who tried to "teach" her better.
The mare snorts, her eyes blazing with wild excitement - still young and full of the energy of life.

name: Storm
breed: unknown
color: palomino
markings: blaze and 2 white socks
hands:15.3

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Nickers to the mare with a wild sprit -- Midnight Death Watcher, 16:28:38 10/07/01 Sun