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Date Posted: 13:08:36 06/21/02 Fri
In reply to:
Spring's Sweet Beauty (and Lucy)
's message, "+_young friend, most likely long forgotten_+" on 12:33:50 06/21/02 Fri
† Weather-beaten minx of canine orgin lumbered forth, stygian coat holding it's own museum of painful memories, long gone yet still hanging pungent in the constant squall. A seasoned veteran of these lands, jaded reverie still running fresh within her. Piuqed, vexed, sadistic. These words could once describe her greatly, and on the occasion still did. Yet she was losing herself, peices already half-gone. Low chuckle sprang un-expectedly through wind tunnel, exiting larynx as she fingered a fond memory in her mind. Quiet Dignity..how could she ever forget him? The asinine quarrels they more then often participated in, the hardships they guided one another through....He had deserted her..left the lands ages ago..dubbed so Phelgmatically as "Home" quite an oxymoron for such a place of remorse, anger, and high emotions..yet it made sense as well..the happiness she once endured nearly slipped her mind..and she was sure many other's felt that particular sensation deep within their soul..Molten yeux bounce as harridan patrolled the frondescent frontier. Coming to rest upon the tiny cadre of equine. Soft smile quirked the edges of the fem's ahsen plush, singling out the fuscous steed. Look's just like QD did... she thought fondly to herself, continuing calmly forth. Suddenly with a jerky halt she stumbled, stock still. Hollow spheres locked on the senescent stud. Was it really? Dial was raised slowly as pinnacles pitched forth. Tentative step taken forth before slowing to a pause once again. It was impossible...no it really wasn't..she squinted having a bad veiw of the male..Only one way to know..if it rally was him..He would recognize this... Taking a deep breath she straightened once again, hackles bristling as cerebrum was tossed back in a trademark cry, deep and baritonous, screaming from a mis-used larynx, hoping and praying that it would really be the one she was searching for †
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