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Subject: Sweet Symphony

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Shakara

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Date Posted: 15:45:18 12/16/04 Thu
In reply to: .swastica. 's message, ".Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein." on 14:24:59 12/16/04 Thu

A vixen had no choice in who claimed her, at least most didnt. But if Shakara didnt want to be claimed she would have fleed sometime ago. Maiden had stayed because she saw something in the brute that no mares seemed to have seen before. Claiming that was usually harsh and cruel, was easily accepted. Shakara was now his mare... and he her stallion. This brought happiness upon the mare, and she hoped pleased her stallion. Her weight was placed off the unjuried leg and her head was paced down onto his back. Finally the fae could rest, the weight on his back and not on her leg. Relief at last, from a few things.

Maiden stood while the brute rubbed against her, this would ward off any that thought she was unclaimed. A mare smelling like her stallion was not bothered with. So she stood letting his mark her with his scent. His own taken in as he did so, her maw placed different places to memorize every smell about him. Now was the time of year that the maidens all came into heat. But some came late, while others came early. Shakara at the age of four had been in heat last year but never breed. This year her heat had not yet come, but her body was relax letting him do as he pleased, smell her where he pleased. Though her heat was not yet upon her he should smell that it wouldnt be more then a weeks time before she would be.

Soft nickers were given to the male trying to let him know that she was pleased with the claiming, and pleased with him. And also letting him know that she belonged to him and he was free to explore her as he wished. her painted coat was dirty, her mane matted but under that she was a true beauty. thought she was in such a state the fact that she was arabian was obvious, so petite and elegant. Fine foals this maiden would produce, her lines the finest in the lands. her sire Scribbles was a handsome Bay and white pintabian, her mother his lead, the great Shaklan a beautiful black arabian mare. But her lines would later be revealed.

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