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Date Posted:12:11:05 02/22/02 Fri In reply to:
Briar
's message, "-thinks-" on 09:51:16 02/22/02 Fri
A wicked smirk plays at the steed's lips, and he cackles lowly. "In your dreams pretty boy..." Then he looks at his coming mate. He turns his heavy jowled head and nodded, then smiled..."We shall have to see later, for my mate arrives." He tosses his head, then half rears, whirling about on his haunches and galloping over to his mate.
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