| Subject: ..practiced arts.. |
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Date Posted: 20:02:39 11/10/01 Sat
..darkened bay moves forth into the open space, the yearling body had filled out, her growning into a mature mare. She had yet to practice her arts. Water and fire had been easily mastered, as was moving from place to place. She demenstrated this by disappearing and reappearing on the other side quickly. Earth was yet to be fully concured and so she set her mind to it..
..ears pin back 'pon poll, eyes flaring with red glow, a mound of dirt was displaced, creating crater in meadow. A toss of her head scattered the soil which had been moved. She stopped her concentrating, a light sweat covering her pelt making it glossy. A determined snort was given, ears pin back once more, the eyes emitting bright red lights, sweat covering femina, slowly the dirt comes back, getting faster and faster, piling into the crater, refilling the hole the mare had created. Satisfied with the finished product she looked around, the want for a good fight was needed. Lithe limbs prance, taking femme in large circle, nostrils flared..
..motion halted, ears flick 'round listening to sounds of dark home territory. 'twas long since she had jousted. A snort set her forth in search of a jousting mate..
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