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Date Posted: 15:47:27 01/25/03 Sat
Author: Hades Fire
Subject: �Even The Heart of Hades Has Love�

�Golden being strides in, ebon legs flashing 'neath golden body, muscles flexing as he gallops, ebon hooves tearing the Earth, ebon tail banner 'hind him. Stopping fast, he lifts himself from the Earth, cutting the air with dark hooves, mane and tail flags in the wind, neighing out his presence to the world, not in challenge, or hate, yet just to say 'here I am!' Hitting the ground with a resounding thud, he snorts, lowering his head, before lifting it, tossing his long dark forelock out of his eyes. Looking around, intelligent orbs staring at the surroundings, body alert. The proud stallion stands there, looking.... searching...for what, not even he is certain�

�Name�
Hades Fire

�Nickname�
Hades

�Age�
6 yrs

�Breed�
Unknown

�Height�
17 hnds

�Appearance�
As he steps toward you, you are amazed at the hue of his coat, it seems to be made of the purest gold. Not the palomino gold, yet a darker, more...rich...gold. Setting if off, an ebon mane whips around his neck, reaching his shoulder as it settles. About his feet, a black tail flicks, dancing lightly 'pon the ground, despite it's thickness. Looking up, his endless pools of a deep brown capture yours, from his height of 17.2. Topping off his proud head, alert ears swivel, tipped in black. Suddenly rearing, you notice his legs, fading to black as night 'bout the knee. Hitting the ground, you stare, noticing his muscle, not an ounce of extra flesh 'pon him, his clean cut figure, kept slightly rugged by his life on his own. Backing away from his magnificence, he trumpets a call, whether a farewell, or a challenge, it dies upon the air, forgotten...

�Past�
remembers being handeled by humans as a yearling, till he was about 3, then he ran away, to a place called Wishful Woods, where he found a mate, and daughter. But they left him. He left, unable to stay, and is now here

�Shall you answer that call....or leave him?�

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Replies:

*Much smaller, chestnut stallion approached* -- Zackari, 13:24:52 01/26/03 Sun
- +Wind in the Desert+ -- DesertFlash, 13:31:45 01/26/03 Sun
  - �Even The Heart of Hades Has Loved� -- Hades Fire, 14:52:48 01/26/03 Sun
    - +Wind in the Desert+ -- DesertFlash, 16:44:04 02/03/03 Mon