Date Posted:16:16:53 07/15/01 Sun Author: Shadowed Glimpse Subject: :..::irony::..:
:..::raven equine enters with the power of the night.. irony chiselled in every feature.. dark forbidding in her wake.. no one was here.. although it was the place to 'socialize' if no one used it.. she would put it to good use.. this would be her private domain to return to.. at least for the time being.. thoughts plagued her.. she knew little of both of her leads.. yet other prospects seemed futile.. she would bide her time.. she was not one to be caught and held down easily.. obsidian plumes trail down her neck in ragged sweeps.. she was not waiting for an approach.. ebon flashing orbs displayed hostility.. yet mares she deemed worthy she herself would approach and tolerate::..:
