Head held high her feet seem to stomp out waves of burning inferno. Rearing up her legs strike out with keen hooves and her orbs flash as if bolts of untamed lighting. Her firm figuare lands down hard against the dirt as her nostrils flare. With quivering muscles she glares out at the stallions. Her expression seems to be asking, Can you handle her? -- Join Board

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Date Posted: 16:46:48 03/24/01 Sat
Author: Diablo's Vice
Author Host/IP: 1cust214.tnt11.brentwood.ny.da.uu.net / 63.15.10.214
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Head held high her feet seem to stomp out waves of burning inferno. Rearing up her legs strike out with keen hooves and her orbs flash as if bolts of untamed lighting. Her firm figuare lands down hard against the dirt as her nostrils flare. With quivering muscles she glares out at the stallions. Her expression seems to be asking, Can you handle her?

Name: Diablo's Vice
Breed: Arabic
Color: Dull Black
Age: 4
Pix: Coming soon

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[> His attention flickers over to the fiery mare. He flickes his head, ridding his eyes of a long reddish forelock. Watching, but not approaching, is he. -- Death, 14:32:41 03/25/01 Sun (thirtythree.taconic.net/205.231.149.33)

Never knock on Death's door..... Ring the doorbell and run, he hates that!

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[> [> Watching the stallion she canters over to him snorting. With fiery eyes she observes his whole image. Stamping her ebony hooves on the hard grouns she snorts again wondering if he would be worthy to her untamed ways... -- Diablo's Vice, 16:46:08 03/25/01 Sun (1cust226.tnt6.brentwood.ny.da.uu.net/63.21.222.226)

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