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Date Posted: 16:01:18 04/04/01 Wed
Author: Witraz
Author Host/IP: 24.4.252.42
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In reply to: Allegro 's message, "New Femine Equine" on 06:34:38 04/04/01 Wed

*In the manner which has become almost the own trademark of the young stallion, his presence is felt before either muzzle, eye or ear know of his arrival. Yet, it was the scent of the mare that prompted his coming. He saw not the mare appear herself, but arrives with time to watch her gaits. Spring is upon the horses - light hours are long, and hormones in gear. His neck provides an ample arch, although the power of his sweeping neck is provided whence flutters back his wispy mane. His emotions running high, he stops himself, his kohelia eyes trailing the movement of the filly. A deep cry rises, peaking sharply only to drop again to a low grunting whicker.*

*Approaching with purpose, his ears lace to his arched neck. He steps under his own brisket, the movement of his legs also a sweeping, elegant one. His tail, a parade banner, trails him. He lurches at the young filly, crowding her with his chest - wide as the Warmblood sire's, deep as the Arabian dam's. He dances away, lest hooves drive for him, only to assault the rump of the mare with a barrage of sharp nips and squeals, urging her with force to move towards the Neverending Hills.*

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