| Subject: .:|Tricks of the Mind|:. |
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Mirage
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Date Posted: 21:22:33 10/28/03 Tue
In reply to:
Candid Storm
's message, "...Choose to chance the rapids, and dare to dance the tides..." on 21:52:43 10/13/03 Mon
.:A coloured paint watches from afar, coat glistening softly in the afternoon sun. The dark brown patches went quite well with her white coat, her mane dark as well. Eyes were soft, looking to the other with slight curiousity. She was always curious, always looking for new things to entertain herself with. But yet some of her was independent, wild, daring and it kept her back from such things. Perhaps that sounds like a contradiction, but her pride kept her stubborn when she wanted to be. But at the moment she was feeling quite adventurous, feeling the need to stretch her legs for a run. She glanced once more at the mascu on the hill, before darting off into the field, mane flying back with the wind, head high. Her movement was swift, her weight hardly touching the ground. Light cry is given, as if letting the world know that she was there, her gallop continueing throughout the turf. But yet she felt the need to race, and wasn't completely satisfied with her daily routine. Eyes occasionally glance to the stallion, her desire for competition showing clearly in her eyes. But she refrained herself, for now...:.
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