| Subject: <!> *The small, yearling filly spins an ear atop her slim, bright poll, emitting a trill, high-pitched squeal of a whinny...* <!> |
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Date Posted: 07:24:40 04/21/01 Sat
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*Bright eyes large, nostrils blasting wide, the young filly drips a quiet whicker, searching for someone to play with, to talk to, maybe some of the kind wolves she knew, anybody. Bright white tail flicking straight up into the air, shortened wash of tail thrown out in silk, she sighs softly, feeling somewhat detached from both her mother and her father. If only she had someone to talk to.. she did not want to be around either parent. Slimming neck lowering quietly towards the ground, she lips the tender shoots of grass with disinterest, crinkling her little pink nose at the taste. Fuzzy white coat finally growing out, pushing the uneasy year she had stuggled with life forward into the looming future, soft and velvet with the golden, clanging gong of sunlight, she yawns immensely, dark lashes drooping over her bright eyes. Long, delicate legs folding gently beneath her fragile body, she sinks to the soft grass below, dozing quietly off.*
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