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Date Posted: 08:47:56 07/11/05 Mon
Author: Casablanca
Subject: in.Casablanca.the.sun.is.shining
In reply to: Ebony 's message, "Ebon Haze" on 18:08:16 07/10/05 Sun


Such energy, such vigor! This mare could make a fine Lady if she wanted to. But only time would reveal her true destiny.
A stallion watches from the shade of some aspen trees. They creek and groan softly in a cool breeze. The breeze stirs their leaves; it sounds like they are whispering to one another. The charcoal colored stallion ignores the whispering as he sees the mare take flight and he bursts from cover, galloping up beside her. Hooves the size of dinner plates molest the verdant soil beneath him. His neck is arched, thick cords of muscle bulging and flexing beneath his velvet hide. Caudal appendage swings behind him as he raises it like a king’s banner.
Suddenly the stallion digs his hooves into the ground, a cloud of dust pouring into the air. When it dissipates he is standing there, regally poised. Ears are pricked, nostrils distended from the hard run. The sheen of sweat covers his coat, and his dark eyes are gleaming. He lifts his muzzle and emits a loud, trumpeting bugle. It was the call of a stallion seeking a stray mare. He would welcome her to his home in the Third Realm. It would be her choice to follow him, or not.

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