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Date Posted: 15:41:06 05/01/01 Tue
Author: =Terrence=
Subject: =Black Tyrant=




=Chorus of songlike hyms are restricted to the ebon and hisown auditing. a single hoof is cocked, left upturned. nostrils quiver, but his entire stance proves casual. muscles remain relaxed, though alert. his entire stature is a mix of dignity, wit, nobility. whiskered snout twitches instinctively, cranium lifted as to let unseen fingers brush idely 'cross well-built face. tangled locks caress ashen neck and withers like a lover. hock kisser swings once, then falls at ease o'er mudded hocks. duplicative auditives swing attentively 'top crown of overgrown tendrils, and he makes no move to remove them from their chosen place. liquid tears linger automatically on a single being, the leader of the females, the only mare that he has decided that is worthy of his company. his thoughts seem arrogant, yet nothing about him hints such. he is content for the moment alone, simply gazing at the mare he has chosen to stake claim unto. the honored sable. with an inaudible grunt of contentment, weight is shifted and he continues to simply gaze 'pon her.=


=Terrence=
=he who shall rule the island=
It’s like jumping, it’s like leaping
It’s like walking on the ceiling
It’s like floating, it’s like flying
Through the air
It’s like soaring, it’s like gliding
It’s a rocket ship you’re riding
It’s a feeling that can take you anywhere

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