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Date Posted: 20:03:31 06/27/02 Thu
Author: Rose
Author Host/IP: CPE0050da20765f.cpe.net.cable.rogers.com / 24.43.243.117
Subject: ::memories::
In reply to: ::Fury of Fire:: 's message, "::me?::" on 01:53:37 06/03/02 Mon



Cuckles quietly to 'erself
Swishes plumage,untangling it from the grasp 'o the bush
Frame leaps forth from the trees,crashing in to the water
Fores churn gracefully under the crashing waves
Trails behind,knowing that she could never match 'is speed in the water
He had to much practise,for he was living here b'fore she came
Yet..he could never match her on land
They had had races,and he had caught up to her only 'cause she let him
But it would not be long b'fore he fell b'hind again
She was bred from the strongest of the racers
For she was born in captivity
B'fore it came
The fire which had killed most of the thoroughbreds
She was part arabian..as due to 'er large,curious orbs
The only two that survived its leaping flames were 'er and 'er father.
T'was a tragic day
Yet she had grown strong on the desert she was raised on
There were few,but deadly predators
Her frame camouflaged well with the sandy textures
But 'er ebony mane was what gave 'er away
The only protection they had was speed
And that was what she learnt...
Sigh is emmited from 'er light vocals
She missed 'er kindred dearly..yet she was fortunate indeed to have been washed ashore here
Smiles to 'erself and rushes off to catch the brute whom had drifted far ahead


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