*Seeing as herself, Miss Purple, and this horse were the only one's there, she walks over.*>>> -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 21:54:06 06/15/03 Sun
Author: Basandara
Subject: *Seeing as herself, Miss Purple, and this horse were the only one's there, she walks over.*>>>
In reply to: Torade 's message, "::walks around::" on 18:25:06 06/15/03 Sun

Hello. I don't believe we've met. I'm Basandara. You are...*her voice trails off, hoping this horse would answer. Sad knowing they and Miss Purple were the only ones left.*

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[> ||Never Say Never|| -- Nevermore, 13:48:13 06/16/03 Mon [1]

Steel equid approaches, hoofbeats like the hollow sound of drums beating to some irregular patten. Black strands float out proudly like banners being carried into battle, muscle neck arched with price, and dark eyes immaculate of prejeduce. Their enigmatic outer case near being overun by inner intellegence and a constantl smiling warmth. Dirt trembles and grass blades bend beneath unshod hooves as he slows to a halt, lcosk falling neatly down for a few moments before his mane spills over those capturing dark eyes with a polite bow to the pair and a luxerious plummage whisks briskly over taught muscle hindquaters gleaming under the golden sun. 'Ello

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