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Date Posted: 11:02:20 07/30/01 Mon
Author: Crystal Arabia "Tempo"
Author Host/IP: modem-209-23-97-122.syr.logical.net / 209.23.97.122
Subject: *...Silent Awe...*
In reply to: De§ert §ierra 's message, "Desert Colored mare prances before all the stallions. Tail is carried high as is head. Socks and blaze dazzle in the sunlight. She looks for one called "Tempo". She has been watching him the most. She looked around for Challenger and Peince also. King was who she had secondly had been watching. She looks at al of them, then lets out a few bucks and squeals turning quickly away.Eyes are watching Tempo and King the most." on 07:09:57 07/30/01 Mon

*mottled, two-toned pelt of male paces back & forth before the coppery-hued effeminate. He wished to advance closer, however...he respected mostly her space & the thought that he might not be the first one on her mind. He snorted upon the thought of King ruling over him - yet, he would contain his composure & respect. Svelte form of he seemingly floated across the terrain ; his rich desert blood flowing strong throughout his veins. Vermilion is witnessed as cupped nares of his ashen snout catch sweet aroma of she...the angel known as, De§ert §ierra. How could one be so fair & profoundly reign over such an area? Completeley captivated was he - in silent awe. Twin dials oscillating from the rest of the stallions & back once more to her...affixiated. Never would he find another treasure like she - and never would he want to try. His gem had been found...he was truly rich just being touched by the rare essence of her. Dock is shifted - raising plumage of silken tendrils...allowing them to whip about steel-laiden hocks ; lean curvature brings then whiskered plush to broad chest whilst lucid auburns fail to shift. Such that a proud, dignified, & regal air was felt. Soon his day would come...or so he kept telling himself*


...Remain Confident And Ye Shall Succeed In All That Comes Thy Way...


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