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Subject: [Rouge] Author: [Asleigh]&|ƒ.e.v.e.r.| [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 02:22:48 12/12/01 Wed In reply to: Keep Sake 's message, "~* Calmly *~" on 02:10:28 12/12/01 Wed [ She doesn't eye the femme but tries not to flinch as she hears the door creak with effort. Ooid narrow a low tone audible. ] Feral you may be an' feral you will stay but as of now you shall be out of the pen you'll break either it or yourself the way your going. [ Sucking in a breath she leaves the femme returning a short while later with ƒever. Moutning she now it tall enough to position them by the gate and reach over to the top. With lasso in hand she drop it onto the femmor's neck not pulling not to tight. Whistling she swiftly unlatches the door and yells the mare to lep from the pen. Wooping she steers them t'wards an empty pen with 6 1/2 foot walls surrounding it. Yelling loudly she urges her mount to speed up and they chase the cafè hued into the pen still wooping she turns mount on a dime a they get to the gate girl slamming it shut and latching it. Lowering her head she sighs and pat's sepian femme 'neath self. ] Now ya ought ta be happy enough with a a 10 x 10 round pen. By the way those walls are solid. [ She gathers a bucket and refills it a half a flake of hay tossed in. Encircling the pen she watches warily the femme or any an equine ] [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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