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Date Posted: 11:00:58 07/18/03 Fri
Author: Native Dancer
Subject: ...learn to join the dance...

The prarie wind, it named me Native Dancer.

My herd, they called me Dancer.

My genes were fromed x,x.

I have seen 6 winters.

My lineage proves true to Paint origins.

The prarie soils, they stained me Chestnut skewbald

The elders, they tell my story thus, Born to feral parents, her mother was captured, and her as well, when she was but a child. They raised her to behave, but her spirit would never submit. After several years, they gave up, and turned her loose, much to her excitement. She ran among the prarie grasses for three years thus, having found a herd, and, she thought, a home. But sadly, all things must end, and this proved true here as well. Air Hunters found their herd and killed off all but she, who had outrun all save the lead mare, but she left afterwards, having lost evrything, and is believed to have taken her own life. Dancer then wandered for yet another few seasons, until she finally came to this place, where she hoped to find a home.

Many would describe me thus, While dependable, she is very spirited. You say stop, and she goes. Proud to a fault, she borderlines being snobby sometimes, for her heritage is a proud one, her mother taught that well, and she will never let you forget it.

Two-toned flicka entered this new world on spears of ivory. Frothy splashes of white complimented her earthen hue. Nostrils flared as she inhaled the new scents and stored them in her memory. Her frothy rivers danced upon the wind, moving to the beat of joy. Beautiful chisled dial tapered down into a teacup muzzle. A smile played upon her lips, as if she held a secret no others were privy to. she arched her crest, her double minted hide gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. Prancing upon pistons of ivory, she tossed her head, throwing her tresses back upon her poll. Earthen banner streamed out behind her, grazing the ground as she moved.

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\the last wild/ -- Final Frontier, 16:29:26 07/18/03 Fri