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Date Posted: 17:07:44 08/16/03 Sat
Author: Pharaoh's Daughter
Subject: .:.winds blow 'cross the desert sands.:.
In reply to: REM 's message, "-Distraction-" on 15:13:39 08/15/03 Fri

Alabaster beauty looks at the femora with dark liquid pools filled with that desert fire. Her exquisite profile is outlined on the horizon, every graceful line contrasting sharply with the sky. Her delicately chiseled head is dished, with large dark eyes set wide apart, and tapers to a tiny, velvety sooted muzzle capable of fitting into a small teacup with room to spare, with flaring nostrils that ever quiver in the small setting. The beautiful face is set upon a lithe arched crest, built for stretching out in extreme speed. The graceful neck merges with a light, agile form, carried fluidly and with careless elegance on long, slender pistons with small, perfectly shapen hooves that seem to be gifted with wings of fleetness. Her banner is long and silken, flagging out behind her in even the smallest of movement, everything about her speaking of purest Arabian heritage. The sun shines off her sleek hide, and it gleams frothy diamond as the wind runs cool fingers through long silken tresses, sending them whirling and cascading like a river of snowy crystal. Her achingly beautiful features light up in a small smile as she recognises yet another who thinks of her as a foal. Though young, she was almost fully mature in mind as well as body, and she was yet a filly, but no longer what could be referred to as a foal. A clear voice of wild desert spirit rings from her being, ~Hello REM. I am Pharaoh's Daughter.~ She swishes her crystalline waterfall agitatedly as the wind calls to her, whispering at her to run, to race! The desire to fly again burned in her soul, setting dark eyes aflame with passion to run. Adrenaline starts to course through her veins, and she fights to keep herself from whirling away into a gallop, the extreme exhilaration and fierce joy of running. She tosses her head against the wind's urgings, sending ivory streams to swirling and dancing.

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Replies:

-Smile- -- REM, 07:38:56 08/17/03 Sun
- \the last wild/ -- Final Frontier, 20:10:14 08/21/03 Thu
  - -Content- -- REM, 09:10:14 08/23/03 Sat
    - \the last wild/ -- Final Frontier, 09:50:18 08/23/03 Sat
      - .:.winds blow 'cross the desert sands.:. -- Pharaoh's Daughter, 18:15:51 09/04/03 Thu