| Subject: ...She smiles briefly at him and lips at his ivory mane... |
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Eternity
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Date Posted: 18:18:25 05/12/02 Sun
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In reply to:
DD
's message, "His neck extends, muzzle brushing hers, and he whickers lovingly." on 17:49:04 04/30/02 Tue
>>>>>The femme lifts elegant
>visage,
>>>>>gazing t'wards fatale above, interest within orbs,
>>>yet
>>>>>hesitant to approach. Not once had she spoken, not
>>>>>within the borders of these countries, if not
>>through
>>>>>the prowess of thought...but even that she
>hesitated
>>>>>to use lately, a loner by nature, not seeking of
>>>>>company yet always yearning for it.
>>>>>Whirling, ebon' fatale flies from terra, tail
>>>flagging
>>>>>as if inviting other to follow.
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