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Subject: <- ->***~~~Beyond the Mist~~~***<- ->


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Frosted Wind
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Date Posted: 20:57:27 04/18/01 Wed
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In reply to: <|> Beyond The Mist <|> 's message, "<-!->~<-!->~<-!->~<-!->~<-!->" on 21:27:28 04/17/01 Tue



~The mare canters over the land, her hooves moving with nothing more than power gone astray. She was no typical mare for either side of the absolution. She did not moe with the grace and arrogant beauty of the good mares, believing that she could catch any stallion within her sight. And yet, she did not move with the sheer power, the defensive and angered step of the evil mares, stabbing at the ground, thinking that sheer anger could win them emotion. Her nares flutter in the wind as she goes through the footfals of the emerald meadow, her careful orbs finding her footing before she pressed her ivory hooves against the ground, the shoots of emerald bending, almost breaking. The icy air brushed against her face with their frosted talons, clawing at her face, attempting to stop her, drive her to the home where she belonged. The shadows... out of the way of the other equines, the other who at least had a place in their society. She was simply no more than a pawn in the game of chess between good and evil, not knowing which side she played for, set on the outside, very rarely used, looked upon as having value. Lobes perched across her poll, draped with the silence she had now grown to know, and to welcome. Peering over the meadow, she wondered what she would find once she cleared the hill, the crest in the land that forced her to pump her muscles, their texture rippling beneath her sleek pelt of ivory, the black streak shining across her leg, no more than seven inches long, is covered her haunches, an abon shadow upon and otherwise seemingly brightened femme. Orbs loose sight for a moment as they now clear the horizon, the hill in the land, the sun beating into her orbs... she wonders, waiting to see if she will once again be granted the absence of other beings........~

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