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Subject: -A black figure lingers in the shadows. . . . Author: §hutoh [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:40:49 12/11/02 Wed . . .the setting is as one in a nightmare, the moon gleaming bright and reflecting on the swaying grass, wind curling the weathered leaves around almost bare trees, and a shadow slipping in and out of the moonlight. his figure dark and tall. Muscels line the sholders and hindquarters as though the only thing holding them in is the pitch sheet draped across the structure. His head, seems delicate at first, light and refined as if fine silk has been stretched over a wooden frame, but at a gallent toss, ment only to turn away flys frightens all who considered it meek. A thin forlock curls and sways around the forhead like smoke on a snow evening. And his eyes, sof and serene, trusting. . . but do not be fooled. Though found gentle at first one wrong move and your a legend, history, a myth the yearlings tell on halloween. You mess with him and you might as well have poked a sleeping tiger in the flanks. His temper can rage beond levals of imagination. It is his fault. . to some a quality. . . . [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date With a sturdy trot, he bustles up. "You'd be thoroughly welcomed at Death Valley." (NT) True Evil 20:10:21 12/11/02 Wed The stallion smiles, "why thank you. I will consider your generous offer!" (NT) -- §hutoh, 13:32:13 12/12/02 Thu