Subject:  <font color=tan face=courier new>Dun stallion moves in, auditives laced to his skull. He snorts at the sight of the humans, keeping a considerable distance...^inside^ |
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Estéril
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Date Posted: 16:34:01 05/11/01 Fri
In reply to:
Melody
's message, "Grins..." on 10:54:07 05/11/01 Fri
The stallion is quite a sight to see. Rarely such a fine specimen is perceived in the wilds of Saddlebrook, what with inbreeding and hard conditions. But this equine, this dun-coloured stallion, is surely a rare occurance. Fine confirmation affirms perfect stance, and the shining golden pelt is stretched taut over sleek muscles. Though the coat is healthy, it is inevitably pockmarked with scars of battles won or lost. He has lost a few in his earlier days, but now, with experience, he has grown mature. He knows the wiles of battle and the harshness of the elements. But these new creatures; he was not too sure about them.
The male watches with dark eyes, ears laced back, nostrils flared in anger as well as fear. Being a desert horse, the dun-coloured stallion has not had much contact with humans. He snorts, pawing the ground with a hardened onyx hoof. Shaking a head of fine black mane, the beast watches, not sure if he should run, but not really deeming it necessary...
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