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Date Posted: 21:54:14 06/20/03 Fri
Author: SilverStar
Subject: Message in a Bottle
In reply to: Nevermore 's message, "|Never Say Never||" on 21:04:02 06/08/03 Sun

Dark, limpid pools of untameable fire watch the scene unfold, ebon nostrils flaring in the dark muzzle. The dished face with its slim stripe is tipped slightly toward the sky, the long silky midnight tresses caressed slightly by the cool breeze, cascading down the graceful neck in a kind of rivery splendor. Slender jet black legs are still, the thick dark river that was her tail lifting slightly in the wind. Her silver hide gleams, showing off dark raindrops of steel in the satin coat. She restlessly begins to prance, lightly dancing on the dry earth, and tosses her tapered head, dusky teacup muzzle pointing toward the sky, letting out a wild, calling whinny. Raven rivers on the lithe crest are thrown into the wind, and swirl wildly, whirling with an inner wind of their own, forgetting the sleek flow of before. Midnight legs spring into a drumbeat thunder, sleek sterling coat gleaming with its steely drops, the raven mane and tail flying with that inner wind, the stormy fire of the eyes...she is a drop of bright quiksilver, a silver storm. She calls to them in her clear wild voice, ~~I must fly...do you care to join me?~~

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