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Subject: -pounce-

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 20:50:10 01/03/03 Fri
In reply to: Self Inflicted Pain 's message, ""Frozen Dreams..."" on 09:45:27 12/23/02 Mon

one final glance behind him and he set off at a flat run behind the mare, tempering his pace as he draws too close dehind, he stays on her heels, occasionally reaching forward to nip at her hindquarters, a subtle encouragement.
faster, faster. always faster.
the baying grew more consistant, and the dusty stallion seperated more than one tone in the call. a new voice was added or subtracted every few minutes, varrying the number in his mental count. marring his calculations

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Sip
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Date Posted: 15:50:55 01/05/03 Sun

Hooves cutting the turf, she wheels around, making a right turn. The thought of wolves gaining upon them brushes against her mind, as the mare quickens, toned legs reaching out in effort to move more rapidly. Her heart's blood continues to thicken, pumping its way throughout her limbs and body, abling her to continue to rush. Leaning her crania forward, she battles the prickers and thorns, which clutch onto her alabaster pelt.