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Date Posted: 15:25:07 07/16/03 Wed
Author: Pharaoh's Daughter
Subject: ...winds blow 'cross the desert sands...
In reply to: Battlecry Forever 's message, "� Look In My Face �" on 20:24:20 07/15/03 Tue

Snowy filly turns gracefully on slender pistons, her delicately chiseled dished face looking to his. Frothy streams flow and swirl on the satin sleek hide of the lithe crest as she walks toward him, her long silken banner flagging like a crystalline waterfall even at the slow rate. Ivory coat gleams like frothy marble, shines like new snow. Her light, agile body is carried smoothly on her slim diamond-hued legs, she walks fluidly, but restlessly, this gait is far too slow for her tastes. The fire of the Two Deserts courses in her veins, and she cannot ignore its burning call. She longs to race with the wind, the one and only friend that has always been there for her. The wind is her constant companion, her solace, her brother, her sister, her father, her mother. Those who would have had these honors had turned away, with the exception of her mother, who died at her birth, and so the wind had adopted her. Dusky nostrils flare in her tiny, exquisitely shaped muzzle as she closes dark liquid pools holding the desert fire to take a sip of wind, her beautifully tapered face upturned. Lifting her lashes, she halts and whinnies a clear call, the breeze flinging the sound so that it seems to echo, a pure note held by the wind. ~Yes?~

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