| Subject: [Fair of color, light on hoof, Dark rimmed eyes which gaze aloof; And focus on the forest ahead... |
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Atora
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Date Posted: 14:07:11 06/11/02 Tue
...as though, they could pull life from the very wood, that the trees so firm and tall-whose leaves do quiver and ride on the breeze- Might collapse, tumble and downward fall. Who is this maiden so foolishly bold, who imagines the forest will do as it's told, and believes she comands her life and her fate- she who has never known terror nor hate?]
[Silent breeze ruffles and plays with the tree tops, but below within the depths and soltitude of the forest all is still and attentive- seemingly awaiting the move of the figure poised outside the clutch of the fragrent wood. A chuckling gurgling stream winds near her imobilized hooves, and the grass here is springy and new. Though she does not take a step, she is not still- her ears pivot this way and that, accomanied by roving eyes- searching, searching for signs of life nearby. Not the thick, pleantiful plant life along the forest floor, nor the birds that line the canopy and creat a hooting, chirping melody. No, she looks in earnest amoung the trees for signs of equine life]
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