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Date Posted: 19:48:05 07/17/03 Thu
Author: SilverStar
Subject: Message in a Bottle
In reply to: Light's Final Honor 's message, ".: Guess I should meet my possible partner-in-crime :: Shazaam :." on 00:05:11 07/16/03 Wed

Silver filly trots up fluidly on slender sooty legs that could only belong to an Arab, her long, flowing tail held flagged in the Arabic fashion. Her dished, tapering face, light body build, graceful arched crest, and wide-set expressive eyes also portray her Arabian heritage. She slows and tosses exquisitely chiseled, beautifully formed head with its frothy stripe, rivers of midnight silkiness whirling and dancing in reaction. Halting fluidly near the group, she paws with a slim smoky limb, hoping to be accepted; though if not she wouldn't be hurt, she was of a very independant, wild nature. She was so caring that it was sometimes crippling to her own self, but when shrugged off by unknowns she would simply turn away. However, hoping that would not be the case, she whinnies, a clear wild silven note held by the wind.

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[> |..|chiming bells|..| -- Chime, 01:10:14 07/18/03 Fri [1]

|..|Th' bay lass smiled warmly as the other two fillas ambled over to them. She, for one, would never turn another away. That was much too cruel for her. Hi, I'm Chiming. Just call me Chime though. The first one had called herself Prayer, but what was this second one's name? Her bottlebrush tail worked furiously over her flanks as she fought the seemingly endless battle against these flies while she awaited the replies of the other flickas.|..|

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