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Subject: [these are a few of my favouite things...]

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 11:56:38 12/24/02 Tue
In reply to: Self Inflicted Pain 's message, ""Frozen Dreams..."" on 09:45:27 12/23/02 Mon

Frozen Dreams
He lets his anger seeth, having nothing to feed it for the time being and it starts to die down, and he manages to distract himself with the trees again, his pate tipped ot the heavesn, but, every few seconds he glances down across the path again. Ignoring his player's ardurous demands that he say something polite, and therefore degrading to his pride.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude

((OOC: byebye! Faith says have fun!))

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Date Posted: 18:13:48 12/24/02 Tue

Brushing her coat against the thorns, a glossy appearance is given due to the sweat. Realizing the needle-like spikes making contact with her flesh, the mare moves inwards, more towards Frozen Dreams, although maintains his well deserved space. "I would have allowed the thorns to prick me, until now." The image of crimson fluid drizzling down her pelt was thought.

(Aaaaaaw, thank you! I had loads of it. *grins*)