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Date Posted: 20:04:04 12/09/02 Mon
Author: � Immolation �
Author Host/IP: blgs_r1a1m52.in-tch.com / 216.166.186.52
Subject: ��h �y F�r�
In reply to: We�ley 's message, "�t�rmy ��a�" on 12:40:11 12/09/02 Mon

.Immolation.
Mug of the flame hued mare bumps into the stallion's strong withers. Low tone is issued from deep within as optics close momentarily. Oh, life was so grand. Cream tinted tassle flicks upon the hind pelt of the brood, sending the pests of summer flying off into the warm air. Hind anvil is cocked in a resting poise as she stands happily beside her mate. Yet a question seemed to be stirring within her. Why had he not expanded the count of his herd? It would be fun to boss other mare's around. Yet she respected, even loved, the decisions of her stallion.
Listeners flick back at the sound of the approuching colt.

.Special Effects.
Quickly the colt sweeps across the turf, his slender fulcrums some what clumsy still. Shadowed optics seem to dance upon seeing his dam and sire. Sharp trill is emitted via his voice box as he continues his way across the terrian, ebon banner carried high with pride. He had grown lots, for he would soon fall upon his first year mark. Nostrils dilate as the fimilar aromas of his family are taken it.
His strong shoulder is bumped into his sire, as if in a happy greeting. Then he comes to a rest beside his dam. Velvet muzlin is run across her broad nape and a low whicker is issued.

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