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Subject: Re: Hoofbeats are herd all around when suddenly a mare of the most wonderos color looks toward the screaming wind...

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Desert Lightning

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Date Posted: 20:16:31 04/12/02 Fri
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In reply to: Demon is Underetimating 's message, "Hoofbeats are herd all around when suddenly a mare of the most wonderos color looks toward the screaming wind..." on 19:06:14 04/11/02 Thu

*This mare she nears seemed more of a lost puppy in need of disapline than a savage beast. She had seen the waters of a puddle more violent than this mare ahead. Muscles shifted fro her shoulder point with each stride. Flanks stretched and retracted as she stepped forth, hooves seeping within the moist ground below. Her actions halted as she stood within 300m of this new mare. She had the mouth of an immature child. DL never spoke much,for her actions had always caught more attention than speech anyway.

With tail at half mast, the breeze caught the locks in a furry, stretching out out behind as a flag displayed proudly. With her head high, sharp orbs gaze over this young mare with a piercing glance. She obviously needed to be tuned in.

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Subject	Author	Date
don't pick a fight with me!!!!...	Demon is Underestimating	16:35:29 04/13/02 Sat
OOc.. -- Desert Lightning, 17:29:27 04/13/02 Sat For both of you... -- Glitter, 07:59:08 04/14/02 Sun