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Date Posted: 03:58:19 05/07/01 Mon
Author: =Terrence=
Subject: =Starburst=.=Black Tyrant=




=Bemused glance is cast unto the unnoticed mare.=Starburst=. for only one would've commented 'pon something such as that. But then his attentions turn quickly to the mare he stalks with a adept passion. lips part, then return to their place as he nodds willingly, flints swung forth. ashen nails make the continuous 'click-click-click-shuffle-shuffle-shuffle' as he skits forth. their humming awakening the birds from their caverns and frightening them until they flutter away like dust after being disrupted. liquid pools dance to the colorful horizion, entranced by their solid yet deceiving beauty. for 'tis all a simple deception. life.death.but it matters not to the beings that withhold the power to dance within the deception, for they carry emotions and passion, anger, hate, feelings...tangled locks cascade as if water seeping over the fall's edge 'cross well built neck, opaque stature drowned into a bow as he lips casually at the foliage atoe. finally, cranium lifts, hym-like coos escaping whiskered snout in a sort of chorus. nostrils quiver, forelock drapes itself as if 'twas a curtain o'er marbled tears. then...very carefully...steps are taken t'wards the obsidian leader. a slow, drawn out circle is made 'round her. as if making sure 'twas no mistake, and that he truly desires this mare. with a slow grunt, he shifts closer, his inside shoulder dropped as if to make way for any flying hooves that might shoot towards him, but he is well out of hoof range. head remains low to the ground, proving his harmlessness.=


=Terrence=
.of.the.island.
.it's a bird.
.it's a plane.
.it's an angel.

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