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Date Posted: 10:36:00 07/05/02 Fri
Author: Krisaad
Author Host/IP: 205.188.192.169
Subject: Lead
In reply to: tearless 's message, "ice wont mix with fire.." on 21:51:41 07/04/02 Thu

Gray body splashed with freckle like coloring slowly approached the group. Egyptian Arabian type unaware of his own approach. Dark gray lightly dusted muzzle had been pressed to the earth pulling out it's life giving greenery. Guard had not been up as much as the hotblood had thought. Own thoughts carried his gotten away from possible danger until hunger collided lightly with the hoof of the young stallion. Lids opened fully revealing deep soil colored eyes. Hooves quickly rewound a few steps for the Arabian to lift his dipped head. Apologetic snort flew out of the large nostrils of the Equine. He stood frame had squared up well exercised muscles lightly pushing through the cut and bit grayed out coat. Actions were mostly soft and silent as the older Egyptian was not comfortable in this situation.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> caught in a cage.. -- tearless, 21:45:48 07/05/02 Fri (205.188.201.192)

of my own self esteem.

mare's eyes wash over the intruding fiend and her hearing devices momentarily crease against her cranium, giving off the warning of a huntress before she resumes the expression of indifference and detachment, as though she doesn't care if she lives or dies. it's like the rebellious youth in the age inbetween child and adult, when they pretend to wish freedom but really don't want to leave. she is forever stuck in this change, menacingly odious and cold, yet eternally vulnerable and immature. gentle sigh flutters passed the lips of the mammal as she shifts her attention else where, alluding to the fact that she is not concerned with her own safety...yeah, right. a huntress's natural instinct is to attack and to defend...she will never forget natural born reflexes.

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