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[> ~Returneth to her terrian~ -- Midnight Angel, 17:08:04 08/27/02 Tue (64.12.96.169)

Ebonite and snowy painted femora cometh swiftly returning to her home, glad and joyous to be out of the deadly grip of the black blood steed dubed Eblis Fateh. Her barrel had now rounded and the occational twitch came from the once slender stomach, the rape had come harsh and carelessly, now she should bare a child of the evil steed's of a darkblood. Her whites nipped slightly at the up coming pains within her, birth should come soon to her, and another younge fawn shall layth pon' the cold earth below her ivory and oynx daggers. Mares silken tail flicked pon irritated nature of another trying to posses her home, she reared pon her powerful haunches through the over barring weight, her strong limbs strikth the atmosphere before her as he delicate paper-like nares flared catching the others scent. Her cranium arched she landed stomping her pair of fore feet, she charged forward relizing the being no longer remained here, which was only good for the intrudder for if the being shalt return a deadly fight or perhaps death shall come from its hidding spot. Painted femme circled the land calling out a long ear-peircing whicker rearing again over the rocky cliffs over hanging the crashing waves of the salted water beneth her, letting it be known she hath returned and reclaimed her home. She landed not exausted but slightly out of breath from the extreme pain that came from her sides. She feel to the rocky ground beneth her feet pon her knees almost cracking hitting so hard, the birth shall be difficult of the up coming fawn, she knew. She rolled to her side in extreme pain. She sighed heavily knowing it wasn't time for the young one to arrive twas only a difficulty, within her pregnantcy.

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