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Date Posted: 16:34:45 04/25/01 Wed
Author: Innocence
Subject: ::changes::

(occ: sorry about not replying for a while...skewl is swamping me w/ HW and tests and its driving me NUTS!! please bear w/ me...i'll do my best, tho i wont promise to be on till the weekend...)

The Ivory femme lifts her dial from the dusty land, lobes flicking wildly. She snorts sand out of her nose, ignoring the scarce sprigs of grass. She extends her sleek legs to a trot, and gracefully moves over to Glory. She nickers in greeting, stretching out her muzzle in friendship...

She lopes to Willow Girl, whickering excitedly, gently nosing her expanding tummy. She whuffs repeatedly, extending her congrats to the soon-to-be-mom...

Dial streaches to the sky, and emits a loud whinny, telling the rest of the herd that she wishes to be the dominant mare(there is one, right?). She rears, her hooves thrashing the air, her muscles rippling powerfully. She lands with a thud, then lopes over to the mares, gently nipping their hindquarters, urging them to stay close to Sacred and in the middle of the territory.

Whickering softly, she approaches Sacred. She lips his mane, her whickers mixed with soft whinnies. Her ears prick toward him, and she reaches her muzzle to him, her blue eyes shining bright. Her dial turns to keep a steady eye on the herd, making sure all is safe....

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