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Subject: ~*~Her lobes and prbs flick towards the other mare in the stable, she makes no objection, mearly returns to her food, by far not in her prime or by any means in the position to object, probably not bearing the energy to flee~*~ Author: Whim [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:49:14 03/17/01 Sat In reply to: George and "Phalen" 's message, "*walks in, leading a stunning bay mare.. Her coat starting to dapple, a rich red gold color shading her coat, over which is a silken sheet of palest blue and silver... Her large, adorable ears are perked with curiousity... Her kind brown eyes gaze about her with interest.. She prances in place and the man places a hand on her shoulder* Whoa there, girl.. *he looks around, as if for someone... Not seeing them, he sighs and, still holding the mare, sits down to wait. *" on 19:30:36 03/17/01 Sat [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date The friesian stallion sticks his head through his stall door,whickering slightly. Whuffling her scent,he whinnies. Suddenly a small boy about 14 rushes around the corner."Woah,Tinius! Steady boy!"he says to the gigantic ebony. Another horse,a bay slender gelding peeks around his stall door too, and whinnies."Oh,Tinius! You've got Antermus all jittery now too!"He gives both a carrot, and then turns,realizing it was the tall mare they were trying to get... (NT) Richard,Squire of Sir Gyrohn 12:45:24 03/19/01 Mon ~*~The mare takes another step towards the boy, her eyes eagery covet the carrots, her ribs show dispite the feeding of grain from the man named Danny, her eyes are worm and gentle with motherly gentleness, her stomache is an obvoious treasure box with foal, she looks like she would me a strong sturdy mare if well fed~*~ (NT) -- Whim, 18:12:57 03/19/01 Mon *Phalen snorts and paws the ground, then looks with interest at first Whim, then Tinius. She bobs her head and whickers to the stallion, almost prancing.. George smacks her then stands up* Anyone want to buy this..ahem.. spirited mare? (NT) -- George and Phalen, 18:21:36 03/20/01 Tue The boy watches Whim,feeling sorry for the underfed mare. Quickly as though he just needs to walk past her, he slips her a carrot. (NT) -- Richard, Squire of Sir Gyrohn, 21:28:55 03/23/01 Fri