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Date Posted: 13:26:09 11/19/01 Mon
Author: Fire and Ice
Subject: ... haunting ...
In reply to: Soul of Darkness 's message, ".. memory .." on 20:25:11 11/18/01 Sun


I'll be here...
Why...?
I'll be 'waiting' here...
For what?
I'll be waiting... for you... so
if you come here...
You'll fine me.
I promise.

~

^Haunting cry heard by concave lobes. Petite frame tenses, trembling slightly. It was all so familiar, spins quickly - turning to face onyx stud. Muscles tense under golden pelt, ready to spring into action if needed. It was all so familiar to her. Orbs slowly wander across mascus muscular frame, seeming young but yet knownly aged. Honey-hued fatale dances lightly apon slender yet sinwey limbs. Memories of the desert came back, harshly butting there way into the mares thoughts. There was a stud, much like this one, and many mares. A heart of stone, tamed only by one. She had opened it to allow him to feel pleasure and love. No foal was borne of these two, the happy couple. For it was soon that the male left - to the pain and sorrow of 'his' vixens. He had returned once, but then soon left again - breaking the hearts again, as quickly as before. Now back to reality... Teacup muzzle is extended towards masculine, paper-thin nares fluttering slightly ~ inhaling males scent. That too seemed familiar. Awaits the studs next move, muscles remaing tense - able to take the lorelie flying, if need be....^



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