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A Rare Gift ~Upon which thy give, thou mustn't take, unless thou believeth thou may taketh~
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Date Posted: 15:02:04 04/11/01 Wed
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~Upon swift wings a mare is born...~
~A black cloud is seen above, lithe femme lying within, hidden by the darkened sky. Black cloud lowers to the ground, the rarest gift still in store. The cloud parts, revealing the ebon femme curled up like a sleeping foal. Moments you watch her, waiting for the slightest movement to show that she is truely alive. After what seems several hours, but truely only several minutes, she stirs. Her eyes flash open, long lashes seeming to hide the color of the beautiful eyes. She looks around, head staying still, nostrils flaring to draw in every little scent. She raises her head, long neck curving, silky ebon mane cascading over velvety neck. She slowly gets to her feet, long legs extending in what seems slow motion. She stretches and looks about, standing proud, raising her foreleg and one hindleg as if prancing. She arches her neck and the wind blows. She stretches her muzzle into the wind, closing her eyes and velvet lips form a smile. Lobes pricked, her long, silky tail flows in the wind and then as suddenly as it came, it leaves. She stands as if she was prancing when the world was frozen solid.(the world wasn't fzn, though.)
~>~Upon swift wings a mare is born...~
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