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Date Posted: 23:28:33 12/04/04 Sat The fae was lead harsly on a long rope into the arena. Her visage pinned to her chest, listening intenly to her crimson flow around her bodice. The foal had been through alot, her wild heart within was trapped, like in a prison cell and longed to once again to be free. Outside she looked mangled and unworthy of a king or such, but insdie she was like fire. Engough to satisy the greats of the time. As she was lead to the line up her grey bodice shimmered through the hard grime pinned to her visage, and her orbs shone. They shone likr gold. This was one worthy of the princess, once tamed of coarse. She had never felt a calm hand and through her short life had been exploited, and forced upon heavy tasks, shortly to injure her spoirit, until such a kind hand was felt rubb her life mark. Placed in the pen, tied to the wall she stood, lifless like a doo. She awaited the person to purchase her and take her to work once more, but at such a young age, worked so hard could she work that hard again? Name: gitanaa Age: 3 Height: 16.1 Breed: egyptian arab Looks/Personality: dapplke grey with 2 hind socks nd blaze. Wild but kind inside, but not very trusting. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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