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Date Posted: 20:35:58 01/27/03 Mon
Author: Gang Horses
Author Host/IP: cache-rm02.proxy.aol.com / 152.163.189.130
Subject: Questian

Okay here's 2 posts I just wanted an opion on if they're any good and what I can do to make them better.

..Like a Jewel..
The caramel hued mare saunters into the creek lands. She stands at around 15 hands her cream-colored mane shinning in the summer light. Very elegantly she carry�s herself over to a copse of trees where she halts. The birds sing blissfully amongst the many sounds of the creek. Her ears prick forward listening to them. Soon, however, the chatter of other equines drowns out the birds and the rest of the sounds of the creek.
A half an hour has passed and she steps out of the copse of trees. The mare continues to walk into a sunken in area that is filled with lush green grass. When she has reached the center she sends out a shrill call to any who would like to join her. After all, she could the company. She lowers her head and begins to graze.
..a pure eternal shape..
~J'adore~

Thats the first

..A Breeze Blows..
The face of a new equine enters the terrain. Having traveled a long way she is feeling quite tired. Deciding that this is as good a place as any she lays down to rest beside the Creek.
Hello I am Porsha and this is my story. For as far back as I can remember my mother and I had traveled with my fathers herd. Things there had been wonderful up until about a year ago. That was the year that I turned 4. That was also the year that my father lost his herd to a band bachelors. Things started changing and our ways of life were getting worse. My mother and I decided to leave. So one night we took off. Along our journey we�d met many different kinds of equines. Most all of them were nice and let us move through their land. Recently while we were trying to pass through a field the leader asked us to turn around and get off his terra. This meant that we�d have to pass through a dessert. While we were crossing the desert, a sand storm hit. My mother, being the age that she was, didn�t make it. I continued to wander, until I came across this place, Wild Hearts.
..Gently Over the Meadows..

That was the sencond.
Thanks for taking the time to read them.

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