Date Posted:15:39:41 06/02/02 Sun Author: Snow Subject: Falling
Mustang o' the north took entry 'pon the lands o' ancients, pistons pulling her and posting her to different areas. A final hault is made, nassale openings flaring to catch the scent that spread out towards the heavens 'n abyss. Mild snort 'mitted from nares and onyx carried she on...
Snow
Four
O' thy fairer
Ivory maiden
Mustang
Untamed soul lies within the inner regions o' her oracles, to releave no secrets out to the world...
