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Subject: §...~*~... Frosted Wind ...~*~...§


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Beyond The Mist
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Date Posted: 21:24:08 04/18/01 Wed
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In reply to: Frosted Wind 's message, "<- ->***~~~Beyond the Mist~~~***<- ->" on 20:57:27 04/18/01 Wed

Rich glass orbs scan the land in mock interest, thick tresses of rich steel hue pouring over the steed's face, shrouding the already mystifying gaze he owned. Razor hooves grip into the earth, holding his stance as the soft wisps of thick air wash about his long limbs. As bored gaze washes over the land in silence, he allows it to pause a moment upon the ivory vixen, finding at least slight amusement in watching her. Jaw begins habitual chewing motion, giving him the appearance of a grazing equine. He action slowly calms his nerves, helping his silent emotions to be hidden beneath an undetermined soul, buried deep within the beach of his heart, hidden like a jewel. Lobe remain tucked beneath thick steel trendils, laying upon his skull as though it were normal. Orbs remain narrowed into a dull glare. Nares flare slightly, pulling her scent from the various others mixed upon the breeze. With a warrior's stealth and training he stands silent, unmoving, save the slight rise and fall of his masculine chest. He remains silent, buried beneath the thick shadows, the murky depths, the mysterious ink that surrounded his light form, allowing him free movement within the forest, hidden from the gaze of others.

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