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Subject: ~* No Fear *~

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Keep Sake

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Date Posted: 20:41:38 12/08/01 Sat
In reply to: Tristen and Mystaken Stranger 's message, "-intelligence-" on 19:00:34 12/08/01 Sat

A small keep sake,
To remind you of me,
A small keep sake,
Please remember me.
In the shadows of the dark,
That is were I lurk, my empty heart.

~* Femora snorts, pistons drawing into a quicker pace o' trot. Naads flare to draw in the scent of fresh fallen snow. This human would have a time to get she and other frees to scatter from the land. Common knowledge o' surival spun deed into mind o' femora, she would always lurk were protiens were at large. And even a savage brawl might bestow upon any that might threaten to draw her away from food. Raven plummage flags into, an intoxicated scent releasing from she. Estrus was near end, and snappy was the femora. No mating had bestowed upon she, and she would have to wait to pass genes. A wild spit fire o' a foal would always follow from her pools o' blood, much like her own dam and passed to she. Plate drops to the terra, muzzle nosing snow aside to reveal emerald zillas froozen. Ivories crunch the ice, and grazing begins. A safe distance from either human or other equines, slaves or frees. *~

~* Keep Sake *~

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-continues-	Tristen and Stranger	17:21:30 12/09/01 Sun