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Date Posted: 14:40:18 12/18/03 Thu
In reply to:
Silent Starr
's message, "† Catch A Falling Star † [any light stallions]" on 18:24:23 12/17/03 Wed
~\Sparkling optics of darkest sable looked 'pon the fae whom had so suddenly entered. 'Twas as though everything was frozen in time and the only thing that was in motion evermore was the ebony enchantress. Gods above, the ivorn' sahib whispered to himself, Am I in a dream?
Naught, O Mighty Conqueror, teased a tiny voice in the back of the czar's mind. You only wish that, though this fair lady certainly is something out of the ordinary.
Silently a peak flicked backwards in disgust. Oh, shutup, he told his conscience, though he was secretly thinking, But she is o-so-much more than just 'something out of the ordinary'.. Inside the valiant steed was melting into a rather small puddle, and his sturdy pillars threatened to crumple into a little heap beneath him. And surely the knight would have done so, if the angel before him had not frozen his entire body.
Poetry in motion.. The thought hit the steed so suddenly he was almost knocked over. That is truely what describes this maiden.. Now, if only I could start some 'poetry in motion'.
Marron orbs glancing downwards, the sahib tried in vain to lift a single limb, but to no avail. Instead, after inhaling and exhaling rather shakily, the alabaster stag extended his elegant neck, raised his proud dial and let out a soft whicker to the belle. \~
~\ Dubbeth \~
Ghost Dance
~\ A.k.a \~
Ghost
~\ Conceived \~
Male
~\ Aged \~
Five summers and twelve moons
~\ Blood \~
Arabian
~\ Painted \~
An ethereal ivory with silver points; darkest brown eyes
~\ Alliance \~
Light
~\ Home \~
None
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