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Subject: Sweet Symphony

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Shakara

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Date Posted: 20:29:49 12/20/04 Mon
In reply to: .swastica. 's message, ".Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein. [Shakara]" on 14:24:13 12/17/04 Fri

Hoove was lifted into the air giving it a little kick a bit sensative at the fact that the brute was near the injured leg. Maiden wasnt trying to kick out at the brute but it had been nothing but a reflex. Deep soothing eyes looking deep into his, soft nicker released when he requested an explanation for what happened to the leg.

The fence... it attacked me... the humans have put it up to keep us from there lands.... I got stuck in it... I had to rip it out...

It was either let the humans catch her in the fence or just harshly rip her own leg from the fence. The sweet young maiden had never been with humans before and wasnt about to start now. Shed heard stories of mares just breeding any and every stallion that was thrown at them, of humans riding on there backs, attacking them like they were pray.

Maw was once again brushed against the softness of the brutes own nose, more harmonic vocals were released from her delicate mug. Fae wondered many things like did they have a home? Or did he plan on getting one? Was there own mares that belonged to him, or could she possibly be his lead?

My lord... do you have other mares? A territory?

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