| Subject: Um...if this is Prancer's filly, I'd like to know who's palying her, because I used to play this filly and I thought I still did, but Sara if this is you, you can go right ahead. |
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Cheyenne/*Old Playa of Prancer*
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Date Posted: 08:19:03 04/21/01 Sat
Author Host/IP: pm3-35.casstel.net/208.229.4.37
In reply to:
Imagine That!
's message, "<!> *The small, yearling filly spins an ear atop her slim, bright poll, emitting a trill, high-pitched squeal of a whinny...* <!>" on 07:24:40 04/21/01 Sat
>*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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