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Subject: [raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...]

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 12:18:04 12/24/02 Tue
In reply to: Skylar 's message, "Tangibility." on 12:08:50 12/24/02 Tue

Frozen Dreams
The arrogant stallion sneezed as he approached, dusty hide and midnight mane rippling with the reaction. was it the resin? he laughed behind his eyes. perhaps it was the season in any case he dipped his crania to the earth in greeting, usually impassive pallet tinged with curiosity. but not enough of it for the appearance to be genuine. dark hued forlock fell into deep lamps as he gazed over the newcomer. he nodded, and another sneeze escaped him. he took a moment to collect himself, stepping away from the tree and inhaling the distinctive smell of the valley. crimson lning flashed briefly before he dipped pate again and came forward.

Welcome to Evil Valley, I am Frozen Dreams.

blah blah.. formalities, formalities. they were growing old. newcomers had been coming in hoards lately, not that that wasn't good. and not that he was a veteran of many seasons indeed he'd arrived only shortly before the onslaught.
He fixed distracted eyes on the mare, his authoritative posture was fixed, and umwavering save the rhythmic swish of tail, and the way he held his left foreleg slightly above the ground, as if resting it.

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

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[> Subject: Tangibility.
Author: Skylar [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 12:27:36 12/24/02 Tue Skylar, after regarding him silently for a moment, concluded that his proclamation didn't merit a response. She had a comparatively low threshold for society and its trappings.