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Date Posted: 09:49:08 06/16/01 Sat
Author: Ziyadah/Independent Soul/A Rare Gift/Arson
Author Host/IP: cache.swko.net / 208.189.37.98
Subject: ~several horses...~

~silver steed "flies" in upon swift "wings". Upon swift and heavily-muscled legs he enters the lands of Wilde, he himself as wild as the wind...Galloping faster than a speeding bullet, or so it seemed, he approaches the tranquil lands. Mane and tail billowing in the wind, his small body presents a large image. He seems very large as he stops suddenly and rears up. Emmiting a shrill cry, he forces himself over the line of invisiblity...he lands with a thud and then rears again, attemption to catch the mare's attention. Hoping he has, he lands and is peaceful. Trainquility is restored as the silver steed grazes, satified with what he has done...~

Name~Ziyadah ~*~Superb Speed in Arabian~*~
Age~7 years has he flew like the wind
Color~Silver as the moon
Breed~Arabian
Personality~He loves to race is persistant but gentle when it comes to mares. If your a stallion, you better wish your on his good side or your in big trouble. Will fight for anything he sees fit.
Pic(or should we say pics?)~


~Beware stallions, for the surperb stallion has been sent...~



*an ebon mare enters the lands of Wilde, seeking freedom from all that hath imprisoned her...~

Name: Independent Soul
Age: 4
Color: pitch-black
Breed: Tennessee Walker
Gender: mare
Sire: Ultimaticy
Dam: Sassafras Dawn
Personality: Competitive and loves to be free. That's the main reason she is here. She broke free in a big show. She hates being told what to do, but she loves stallions when they aren't pushy.



†Blood-bay femme enters, lithe body propelling her from the shadows...Gentle, deceiving orbs take in the beautiful lands, but deep within she knows of all the struggles and hardships in these lands. Anything could be lurking in the shadows, anything at all...She snorts softly, knowing the steeds will think she's just another mare. But she's not...She's like no other...A difference to all...She is...The Flames Within...Arson†

Name: Arson ~Shall She Be Known Here-After~
Age:7 years she has graced this earth
Color: Only the truest blood bay
Breed: Of the Desert Breed ~Shall She Be Blessed~
Gender: Of the femine type
Personality: ~Only Time Will Tell~

~You have met the very soul of flames and spirit, the only true blood bay, the only true different mare...Arson...



~Upon swift wings a mare is born...~
~A black cloud is seen above, lithe femme lying within, hidden by the darkened sky. Black cloud lowers to the ground, the rarest gift still in store. The cloud parts, revealing the ebon femme curled up like a sleeping foal. Moments you watch her, waiting for the slightest movement to show that she is truely alive. After what seems several hours, but truely only several minutes, she stirs. Her eyes flash open, long lashes seeming to hide the color of the beautiful eyes. She looks around, head staying still, nostrils flaring to draw in every little scent. She raises her head, long neck curving, silky ebon mane cascading over velvety neck. She slowly gets to her feet, long legs extending in what seems slow motion. She stretches and looks about, standing proud, raising her foreleg and one hindleg as if prancing. She arches her neck and the wind blows. She stretches her muzzle into the wind, closing her eyes and velvet lips form a smile. Lobes pricked, her long, silky tail flows in the wind and then as suddenly as it came, it leaves. She stands as if she was prancing when the world was frozen solid.~


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Replies:

  • -Claim- -- General, 12:23:59 06/16/01 Sat
    • nicker... -- ~Gyspy Vanner~, 12:26:51 06/16/01 Sat
      • ~follows...~ -- Arson ~The Flames Within...~, 10:31:53 06/17/01 Sun
    • ~nickers~ -- A Rare Gift ~Upon swift wings a mare is born...~, 10:29:59 06/17/01 Sun
  • ~approach~ -- Poltergeist, 12:39:56 06/16/01 Sat
    • ~snorts...~ -- Independent Soul, 10:38:54 06/17/01 Sun
      • ~follow~ -- Poltergeist, 10:47:04 06/17/01 Sun
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