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Subject: ...:::All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter:::...

Author:
Arathorn

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Date Posted: 06:23:01 12/23/02 Mon
In reply to: Ravenna Duska 's message, "{.:Accedocedere Corvus:.}" on 19:35:09 12/22/02 Sun

The bay�s golden coat seems duller than usual as he treads up. Her black-tipped ears turn about to a prick as he notices the other stallion�s injuries. A mild expression crosses his broad face, one with wonder and slight concern.

�Get into a tussle?�

The aged stallion turns to the new mare.

�Hullo there.�

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Author:
Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 06:40:55 12/23/02 Mon

Frozen Dreams
the brooding bronc whickered lowly, the guttural sound was tense with suppressed anger. and distracted by the expression on both faces he tepped dow with a broken foot and trumpted his distress quite loudly, but breifly, he cut himself off and let the pain seeth in his eyes instead as he muttered his answer

yes. you could say that

his deep set orbs flashed in memory, and his ego flared as he pulled himself higher, then faltered and the slouch in his shoulders and blank expression on his countenancedisplayed easily who the victor had not been.
In an attempt to distract himself he looked again around the circle, skipping the eyes this time and settled his gaze back on the mare, the stranger.

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