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Subject: <..........>Inside<..........> Author: Angel's Temptation [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:44:16 04/12/01 Thu Author Host/IP: NoHost/172.141.175.222 In reply to: ~~~ 's message, "*A sweetened chime rings from the depths of shadow into light...*" on 16:36:34 04/11/01 Wed Dial lifts, lobes rising as well, aiming towards the rich sapphire hued world above. Rich amber orbs catch sight of the ebony creature, the beast, molded into an equine, molded to perfection in the mare's mind. Corner of her lips tug, pulling a gentle smile across the ebony feature. Tail is tossed flirtatiously, thick ebon strands falling against sturdy hocks, tickling softly, being played with by the wind. Mane of matching hue spills against her slender neck, causing a gentle contrast to the rich chocolate hue of her soft pelt. Long slender legs begin movement, muscles tightening and relaxing in the miracle of walking. Hooves land neatly against the earth, hard packed from years of use by other equines. Oculars remain upon steed of ebony, the emotion of interest playing through the amber depths. Lips part softly, gentle whicker escaping from her throat, the tones light and melodic, hanging in the air a moment before being brushed away, a memory, a floating dove... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ~!~>>><<<>>> ... Inside ... <<<>>><<<~!~ ~ 09:06:56 04/13/01 Fri <..........> ~Inside~ <..........> -- Angel's Temptation, 12:25:12 04/13/01 Fri ~!~ *Ripples gently closer....* ~!~ -- ~~~, 19:22:12 04/14/01 Sat ~!~ *Ripples gently closer....* ~!~ (<-- read this one) -- ~~~, 19:23:28 04/14/01 Sat <..........>Inside<..........> -- Angel's Temptation, 20:20:00 04/14/01 Sat ~!~ *Handsome face twists into a smile...* ~!~ -- ~~~, 09:06:31 04/16/01 Mon <->||<-> ... <->||<-> -- Angel's Temptation, 10:11:40 04/16/01 Mon