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Date Posted: 15:53:22 04/06/01 Fri
Author: Hyzenflae
Author Host/IP: 24.4.252.42
Subject: *...A Return to Power...*

*Enters an older mare, arthritis never challenging the flow of her gaits. She longs for the desert only all the more, now, as her elastic, infamous trot carries her to the Forest Gathering. No falter marrs her movements, only she flows as does the river she never knew, that is until her coming to this place four years ago. Her sexual interest in stallions had faded after the production of her third foal, her first born pure to the desert, the second to her Warmblooded Stallion (the foal a colt later to be named Witraz) and her last...Fajera. The wicked one, of the same sire. Dark in coat and demeanor, she would never forget the unutterably charming smirk that too frequently had washed over her face. The mare feels a chill trace a path down her spine, chased by a sharp tremble and a quite devious bit of a smug grin. Glory and Wind, Pride and Power. Tosses her head to the sky, the mare arches her elegantly cut neck and pricks forward large, fine ears. She sends forth a shrill cry, the illness in her elder body had been ousted for the time - however for the mare, there was not a lot of time left. A wild mare, she was just past twenty.*

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