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Date Posted: 17:31:59 05/20/02 Mon
Author: +P aranoi D+
Subject: orbs are burning with fire, form hell or heaven one may not know
In reply to: ~^ Fajera ^~ 's message, "... The One ..." on 08:24:41 03/20/02 Wed

his stares at her, his percise gaze never unwavering. winds blows around and between the two beings, stirring the rich soil from the disturbed ground. no longer does any other lifeform exist on thi earth, time freezes, the planet stops orbiting. leaving them alone, far away from sivilization. he stamps impatiently, his hooves send a spark as it hits a weathered rock, sending sparks flying into the cool, hazey, air. He lets out a soft, yet commanding nicker, and steps closer towards her majestic body, admiring her obivious power. He reaches out, his soft muzzel rubbing gently against her withers. he is careful not to pinch, but the fires deep withen his eyes burn so brightly they almost lick her hide. His great flowing tail, sweeps around them, drawing them closer together. His orbs let off a soft, loving look. He sweeps his muzzel across her cheek for the last time, and the bronc dances away, his limps full to the rim with power, pump his legs into action. longs strides eat up the earth. locks fly about the wind in a delicate manner. after nine sweeping movements he stops and gazes back at her, a trumpets glare escape from his lips. with that he takes off at a flying pace, if she wants him she must follow in his direction, he will allow her to make the desision...

+what is the making of a great stallion+

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so ya see^^^^^ -- +P aranoi D+, 14:53:36 05/22/02 Wed