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Date Posted: 14:36:27 11/04/02 Mon
Author: FOoL
Subject: Chirpings

f o o l


>>The primeval forests raised a great green cathedral across the hills and the land was as hushed as any place of worship. High above, glimpsed between the emerald spires, a hawk glided in a widening gyre, dark-feathered angel with a taste for blood. Here at ground level, no wildlife stirred, and the momentous day was breathless. Luminous veils of fog still lay motionless in the deeper hollows, where the departed night had discarded them. The only sound was the crunch of crisp debris underhoof and the rhythmic breathing of the sable knight. Tall grass and weeds tickled their way up coal fetlocks and forecannons, not reaching the lighter pitch mixture of charcoal forearm and gaskin that extends into barrel-chested bod. Tiny organism’s buzzed constantly round haunches of the lighter hue, but sometimes they avert up to duo of wedged lis’ners that had faded back into the charcoal, crawling inside and making equine of the masculine persuasion let fly boxy-looking cranium in pertinacious aggravation. Fiendish behavior the little orbs possessed, and they were loathed. Dredlocked tail feathers, with intent to blight, fling selves round similar in condition spine and hind legs, though usually ruffian ceases to succeed in causing misfortunate to them other them making them rise to a new spot. Death by exhaustion. There was something to shoot for. Bronzed irises, from confinement neath matted knot of thickly tangled forelock, are set more or less on either side of skull, and, do not, in general, focus together on objects directly to the front, but they do allow waif very considerable lateral vision. Furthermore, with head angled heavenbound, vision to rear is made possible. Sense of hearing on the brute is acute, since massive cranium is rather much like a soundbox, as does touch have significance. Equines gain assurance from touching things, feeling with a nail or, if scent is to be picked up upon it, placing nose to it. This reduces shying, give the individual one less thing to use the flight response on. At a sharp bite pon flank from one of his most despised companions (bugs), rubbery kissers part, and rather agile boa pivots jaw to snap at that spot. This species also has a great sensitivity to pain. Tolerance is low. Stallions will, of course, attack eachother, but since it is instinctive to flee from hurt and the threat of it, these “battles” are usually squealing matches. The one who can squeal the longest wins. Ambling gait, so soon after the rather rude interruption, is retaken up and coltish brute keeps on his way, every few steps stopping to lip at tender blades pon sheltered floor. Ruffian, not up to “searching” any longer, shifts weight from forearms to evenly space it, skull dropped hell-bound and kept hell-bound. Now he can return to work……on feeding his stomach that is. The mustang is a equine small in stature, compact and muscular, with a fine head, strong body, and short legs, their feet hard. That courses threw the rouge’s veins, along with that of the more American stock: QH-which supplies massive hindquarters, strong shoulders, and a rather short, muscular back. Appaloosa, TB, Scrub…all are combined, leaving a rather hybrid beast to stand in its place. With altogether, he stands around 15-2 h.h., and though 4 winters have only been seen, sable pelt was already marred by jagged scars of pinks, much like a wounded roman returning home from battle. It did not take from the allure…only added…and in ways, he was ignorant, but then again, all of the males of this species was. They had a false sense of importance. Now tell me, whos the fool?<<
WADDLE
my name=AL
I was told by an annoying bug -swats at it- to ask for bestial -innocent smile-
Sorry for the post. Its pretty old...my creative juices are low so recycled it

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