~ Masculan neck is tied into a bow frame of the elegant curveing slope ~ -- ~The Ivory Devil's Herd~

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Subject: ~ Masculan neck is tied into a bow frame of the elegant curveing slope ~

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Oynx Fire

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Date Posted: 12:18:15 03/28/01 Wed
In reply to: The Ivory Devil 's message, "~A small smile flickers upon his velvetine lips..~" on 17:13:47 03/27/01 Tue

~Ebon form of silken trendles splays along taunt pelt, fraying slightly against a well built chest. Coat gleams under noonsday sun as femme nods his apperance next to her and raises her head, only a bit lowar then his. Chisled face dipped in as tender muzzel quivers and paper thin nares dialate with the new sents of spring, emerald pastures form around thick forest surroundings as both steed and femme stand as king and queen of this tarrian. Her dimond hooves are dug in, keeping her placid only as the whispering wind cuts in and out of her trendled mane and thick long tassel, lifting and bringing it into motion, strung about in the gentle breeze. Deep firey oculars dance endlessy in their depthless pools of auburn/black, framed by thick eyelashes and hidden by a lick of her forelock. She stands, tall, proud power surgeing in each arabian vein throughout her well muculed frame as she stands, sided by the steed of sinewy snow, attentive lobes thrown foward atop crafted crown as she admires the land shared by her stallion~

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