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Date Posted: 21:40:43 07/23/05 Sat
Author: Midnight's Dream
Subject: Night's Grace

Pistons hitting the ground, a mare is galloping across the lands with blue skys. Her destination is unkown. All she knows is that she seeks a new lead. She was abused and beaten with her last lead. Her pistons continued until she reacted a pretty little clearing with a stream to the right and forests to the left.'Perfect for now' she thought.

She trotted up to the small and slightly rushing spring. The splashing made a soothing sound. Her mood changed from determind to calm and collective. Her auds were on alert for any other animal could aproach. She bent her her black and white crest down to the small, clear blue stream, her kissers parted taking in the cool water. It felt good to her.

She lifted her dial back up and walked in the middle of the clearing. She was just there to show off her body. Dream glides over the little clearing trotting in an extended way. Her pillars would extend foward then the next all in an rhymitic mostions. Her muscles contracted and relaxed under her talcum(soft) ebony and white pelt. Her necked was in an proud postion as she moved.

Behind her movements was an patient thinker. She was doing this to get the best man for herself. She would chose based opon words and actions. Her mind was pacing just as fast as her movements. Her face had showed no emotions as she trotted either.

At one point she let a shreeking whinny out as if she was dieing, but it was for stags. Them dirty bastards as he thought of them.

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