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Date Posted: 14:52:32 02/07/02 Thu
Author: ��atal�
Subject: �death at dark�

�Icy gaze pinpoints clearing, a few others having found their way here as well. Heavy black hooves carry massive frame ever closer to the rest, iron pedestals striking the soft cushion of green. Sable tendrils waver slightly at the breeze, coming down in matted ringlets. No weakling of limb was she, weighted flints strike the ground as she observes. Tapered muzzle teasing with a smirk, faintly remembering�and so she waits, forever the dark assassin�

Cursed: Fatal

Years: Unknown

Ancestry: Friesian x Percheron

Gender: Feminine

Personality: ah�another of her mysteries�

Image: see above

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[> OOC:I'm an idiot... -- Chasity, 14:54:54 02/07/02 Thu

...It's Chasity...It's Shadowfax...'Nuther name change...

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[> [> � trepidation � -- �lack Thunder, 09:54:34 02/08/02 Fri

�Watching her slightly interested he snorts. Many were comming though not all were what he expected. Dial tosses as locks are sent flying. Leaving the darkness he stands before the mare, close to the same height as he...

...Emotionless pools observe every inch of the mare, a good name had she, but was she true to it? Soon his question would be answered. Sharp nip is given and direction set towards harem lands. Following at a distance back to his realm.�

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