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Subject: ~The American Legend~


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Rustic's Herd
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Date Posted: 18:08:37 03/12/04 Fri
In reply to: alex and viking 's message, "Re: ~*Breathe*~" on 08:57:30 03/08/04 Mon
 Rebel bared his teeth, yanking his neck away from the pressure. Angrily his started to buck, violently thrashing back and forth, trying to loose the rider. His patched hide trembled as the foam from his sweat rose silently on his muscled body.
Fairy moved away sadly, not wanting to see the fight. She turned against her will at the thud of hooves, not wanting to see, but she couldn't overcome her curiosity. She marveled at the ropes holding back her previous captor. She happily accepted Viking back. She sniffed over his pelt making sure he was unharmed. "Of course," she spoke confidently, knowing what she would be giving up by admiting this. She buisied herself by nuzzling him, trying not to think of herself abondoning the only family she had ever known.
Rusty screamed in frustration as the ropes held him back from attacking the stud.He thrashed at them, silently cursing the tame stud for not following the proper rules of engagement. He snoted haughtily after him remarking with open disdain, "Tis truely an honour to kick when I am defenceless, you should be proud of your marksmenship." he spoke angrily at him, awaring him and the lass of the cheat.
Painted Lady charged after the stud teeth bared as she pushed her head forth to rake at the tame studs rump. She felt she should protect her mate.
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