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~*Misty Moonlightning's Midwinter Myth*~
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Date Posted: 15:54:43 12/25/02 Wed
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Pistol
's message, "he canters in, slowing to a trot as he nears Ruby" on 14:26:17 12/20/02 Fri
*The large and powerful stud slides abruptly to a halt, flecks of turf spraying before his mighty silver forehooves. His neck is crested in a sinewy arch, rippling snow-white pelt shining brightly in the sunset's magical light. His thick, wavy, lusterous mane and tail, both of an amazingly pure white shadowed with purple ripple and stream in the coldly rising wind. His finely-chisled head is exceptionally handsome--his strong, velvety muzzle is black, his large, dark, eyes are set wide upon a slightly dished forehead. And behold! What glorious spear springs from this forhead! Twisted silver, blindingly glowing, a magickal horn with a glittering, perfectly cut and polished diamond at the base, partially concealed by wavy white forelock. He shifts his weight easily from his heavily muscled haunches to all four of his legs, which are tightly bound with iron-hard sinew. He snorts lightly and paws the ground, a cool wind slipping over his gleaming white hide.* Welcome, Pistol, *he says in a rich baritone voice.* I would be glad to give you the Alpha Stallion position my herd. It is a position of great honor. *His wise eyes are stern.* Hold it well. *He bows once more and says simply,* Thank you, *in a voice filled with passion, pride and authority. Then he turns and races gracefully away.*
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