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Subject: ..^Wild..^Fire..

Author:
Choma

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Date Posted: 13:59:22 11/06/04 Sat

Banshee came forth from the abyss of shadows, raven clothed pelt rippling with each step she took. Nares screamed in rage every time she took in a deep breath, pistons moving at a steady walk. Audelts were perked forwards listening for danger, or other equines such as herself. For so long she had wandered. Moonlit grounds passed under her flints that struck blood from mother earth, spraying it, even thoug she was at such a low beat. Heritage was clearly shown through her movements and looks. She was indeed no daisy. A better flower to show her more vividly was, maybe a rose. Beautiful on the outside, but protected with harsh thorns that were needle sharp. Be careful. As she sifted throug the scents that were released into her paper thins, she gasped at what she smelt. Other equines! Some of her kind, others of difference. Coming forth from the forest that surroudned her she was in the midst of a large feild. In it lay many unclaimed mares, some studs already talking to some, others picking out prey. Snorting she watched in amzement, but soon ducked her crania to harvest the lush blades of foliage. Her mother, Hell's Light had strolled these lands, living in the royals. But yet none knew of this. Her own little secret. So, shhhhh! If one wished of her corpse in his lands, then so be it.

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A Silent Scream	Siren	17:59:12 11/07/04 Sun
..^Wild..^Fire.. -- Choma, 18:15:48 11/07/04 Sun A Silent Scream -- Siren, 16:04:19 11/08/04 Mon
[.Aussie.]	Sammie	00:48:51 11/09/04 Tue