<font color=red> so ya see^^^^^ -- The Gorge

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Date Posted: 14:53:36 05/22/02 Wed
Author: +P aranoi D+
Subject: so ya see^^^^^
In reply to: +P aranoi D+ 's message, "orbs are burning with fire, form hell or heaven one may not know" on 17:31:59 05/20/02 Mon

>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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