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< i am whatever i say i am, if i wasnt then why would i say i am. in the paper, the news, everyday i am. i dont know its just the way i am >

< the calignious folds of emerald cling to her silver pelt, grasping, entwining with the various threads of grey that mixed with those of white. ooids were shrouded with the dangling chords of ivory, the critical eye of pastel blue glaring from within its windows provided. quadrupeds allowed frame to be sent in peregrination from within canopy, churning talons groping for the desired land ahead of her, crushing the various debris and what-not that rested beneath her massive frame. plumeage chords dangled violently at thick and feathered hocks, locked in tangled tresses, while her mane brushed gently at her shoulder, somewhat untangled as the brief wind whisked its impatient fingers through it continually. the brutal winter had brough such winds and mud that caked ruthlessly at her feet in undesiring amounts, but she could not change the weather >

< frame soon bustles from the bough that hid her, lunging forth as hindquarters lurch upper torso through the blocked path to land in the clearing with a subtle thud. enamels grind effortlessly behind their curtains of fleshy labia, pinnacles sinking into the wading mess of forelock that graced sculpted crown. pores swell, rythmic undulations soon contracting and extracting that of the new equines whom traveled the realm as well as her own. dominant stance took over frame as a square halt was sought, whiskered maw grazing across muscular chest, fibrous tendons snarling and slithering beneath cobraic pelt of sheered alabaster. hind cocked, no threat taken to those whom romped about the lands. catching sight of none whom were importance or one to confront and pick on. her lazy days had continued on, she figured she would go and push around another sooner or later, but right now she just wished to keep an eye on things >