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Subject: ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()�� ... Rollicking ocean stud watches from afar ... ��()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

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Thoughts On Change

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Date Posted: 15:22:06 05/04/01 Fri
Author Host/IP: A050-0438.FLNT.splitrock.net/63.252.145.184
In reply to: Redwing 's message, "+enchanting female enters valley..+" on 20:55:52 04/30/01 Mon

~!~ A gentle switch of silken tail betrays the immense figure of stud, coarse raven strands snapped harshly against his dark pelt, slurred with gentle words and hushed fragments of voice brought forth on the tongue of stroking wind. Nothing more than the gentle stirring of peaceful silk across his flank reveals the mahogany steed, charred sight restless and forever rocking in waves of bright ocean, shining flashes of pulled sea foam and reflection of a greater sun than ever. Half-buried in the depths of tangled vines, uneasy at the prospect of being far from his homeland, the great figure trembles a heavy rumble of snort, the trickle of thick canopy overhead shifting with a further twirl of wind. Blurred sight cross-hatched with the clamber of twigs and vine across his path, blocking in part the view of what might lie ahead, he catches a hint of amber champagne, heavy russet, a pause of a being much like himself, much like the ones he knew. Enchanted by each fragment he pieces together, slowly creating an image deep within his scarred mind, his stocky limbs dare to press him forward, breaking free of the mess of foliage draped across his path. The puzzle of mare twirls to change to more than he had ever imagined before, glossy coat bright with the prospect of sunshine and rapture. Snapping ears springing forward in delighted surprise, heels clicking sharply into place, the ocean stud curls forth an intense whicker, the sound rippled with salty breeze, ruffled waves meshed across each surge of note. The echo stretches further past the warm realm of his moist lips, crazed with intense life, to melt somewhere beyond him towards a set of perfectly cupped ears on the horizon, brilliant gaze molded with stars at its escape.. ~!~

~!~ Thoughts On Change ~!~

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--	--	17:26:11 05/12/01 Sat
+..A pause yet held in motion..+ -- Redwing, 10:17:24 05/13/01 Sun