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Date Posted: 10:16:59 09/08/01 Sat
Author: Seyarr
Subject: Not to good at post names.

~The sun glances sharply off of a coat of color to match its own, nearly golden-bleached though it was formerly a light chestnut. Seyarr tosses that finely-chiselled head of hers, ears flickering forward and back nervously. Tail still flags, raised high into the air, streaming lazily over her haunch in the wind. A cropped mane that's been torn by many a-bramble and nettle falls over her withers. She prances in place, jerking her bald face up and greets the sun with a low whicker. This cousin of the sun contains ice in her gaze, knees and hocks rasing high before returning to earth. Feathers on her fetlocks brush against the dew-ridden grass, maw dropping to it and stealing a bite or two before neck and shoulders tense and she springs backwards, alert again. She dares not lie down, not in this unknown place. She eyes the water apprehensively, gaze not telling her depth of the water [as no horses' should.] Nostrils flare and air comes out in a nervous whicker, eyes rolling in her head. Coat is now covered in a fine sheen of sweat--see what thoroughbred blood can do?~

...s.e.y.a.r.r...
...i.t.'.s...t.i.m.e...t.o...s.e.e...i.n...t.h.e...d.a.r.k...

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