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Date Posted: 14:51:03 05/31/01 Thu
Author: Death Of Innocence ~Beauty=Innocence....lets see if its true~
Author Host/IP: llcpwwgccache.pagosa.net / 208.213.223.250
Subject: Trots in for some much needed rest...only interested in sleep...hoping to keep her freedom here with no stallions bothering her


The wild Mare trots into the valley she surveys this new land with little intrest yet is in touch with it. Her eyes sparkle with a fury and rage. her eyes of deep auburn mist hold a fire with such intense heat that no one could ever put it out. Her black legs lift themselves smartly of the grass covered sod. tendrils of ebon mane intangeled within each other. Legs lift themselves threatingly as she stands unsure what to do...Head lowers slightly as ivory tendrils of mane cascade down her neck. Forlock masking her face from view and covering her orbs that were dancing with fire...
She tosses her head and flicks her tail...her movements not to be stilled or her fire be put out..........




Her scars glint of the suns morning rays as she prances in place... seemingly never to touch the ground like a angel hovering reaching out to you. Then her eyes stare down on you like a laser pircing through your skin and u know now that she is no angel...she seems like a perfect picture of innoccence yet look closer...

A fallen angel...a seeminly harmless mare yet the power of will unlike anyothers....her fire burns....the fire of her heart...the fire of her soul....HER WILL

Do you dare attempt to put out her fire...before it kills us all?


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