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Date Posted: 10:55:53 04/10/01 Tue
Author: Combate
Subject: ::::::stillness::::::

Silence is golden, or so they say - ivory mare of almost stunning perfection enters this land from the south, having travelled for many nights to reach this destination. Dark oculars confining a burning fire within - holding wisdom far beyond her years, although she is a mature mare of noble stature. Having seen many things that none should see, forming her attitude and outlook on life - solitary, dominant, creature of fight, not flight. Gruff snort through dialated nostrils prove the deadly femme means business - although her bright color is one of purity, of purity she is not....

Combate
Arab (how creative...)
Age is unknown, yet she is not young. Suspected around 8 or 9.
Ivory colored, no markings, but black skin.
Dominant nature, prefers solitude. Quite frank - she does not 'sugar coat' anything. REALISTIC...she does not talk, and if she does, she speaks very little.
Her loyalty is not shown or spoken of - find out for yourself.

Femina quickly moves up into a brisk trot, white mane and tail dancing with the soft breeze upon her back - ebon hooves carry her to the mares land, where perhaps she would roam with the others of her kind....

But there were none like her....

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