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Subject: ��<�>~~~~~The mare enters~~~~~<�>��

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When Angels Cry

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Date Posted: 16:22:07 04/23/01 Mon
Author Host/IP: NoHost/216.18.108.134
In reply to: Accipitral 's message, "<<>> Steed of rich chocolate enters... <<>>" on 23:07:39 04/22/01 Sun

~When Angels Cry~

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~A faint drumming is heard just beyond the crest thaat divided land from oblivion. Slowly, the form of the mare melts from the horizon, her platinum form arising with what seemed to be confidence. her strong appendages attatched to the rippling muscles that lay strewn beneath her pelt, contracting with each burst of energy that sent her flying over the terrain. Onyx hooves match the energy that seemed to dwell within her, contacting with the earth with what seemed to be a powerful grace. Mane of shimmering ivory is mixed with a dash of silver, srewn across her neck as a messy piece of artwork. As the sun flares within her mahogany orbs, it is visible to see that her soul does not match the feeling in her stride. Her soul was filled with tears, of broken hearted emotion, and nothing could seem to make it go away... it was nothing short of a miracle that she had ventured so far into the light, so near to danger... the danger of soul's pain. Her lobes finding no trace of fellow equines, she feels out of danger.. for now... but as she descends further to the valley... she spots a stallion... a stallion who's chocolate coat shimmered in the sunlight.. she freezes in place, not a sound escaping her already parched lips, fear washing over her...~

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