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~^ Aquilo ^~
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Date Posted: 12:14:05 12/25/01 Tue
In reply to:
Angel Cakes and To Bad
's message, "-Ponder The Pain-" on 18:00:51 12/24/01 Mon
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~ An approacher comes forth, coat the depth of a light myst before the riseing sun, the blue roan stunning, breath taking, despite his brute appearence he was, a single word, beautiful, anglelic, though that didn't bother the modest one, grey/black mane spills across slender mast, he was young, maybe a yearling, orbs are a bright blue, contrasting well with roan pelt, speckled slightly with black or grey sprinkles, he is cautious of the two fatales, young they were, at once seeing the older's antics toward the younger one and respected that, orbs, replica of the skie above, holding threatening snow clouds, auds flicker foward, movement is soft, practiced, made with such ease it seemed as if he were floating, haults, mane stirring hardly 'pon mucular frame, soft oculi peer toward her, the older one, he meant no threat, and actions proved that, limbs taut, keeping at a respectable distance as he awaits permission to advance and dub thee by christening, in exchange for his own calling... ~
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