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Subject: ~Lone stallion...~

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.|Ice Phantom|.

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Date Posted: 02:00:19 01/05/02 Sat
In reply to: [�Overrated�] 's message, "[e:n:t:r:a:n:c:e]" on 10:12:03 12/01/01 Sat

~Shadows stealing softly 'cross frost-bitten terra ushered forth a being shrouded with nameless anonymity. Contours radiated a negative electricity of despair. As the weak, watercolor silver of the moonlight penetrated the overhead canopy of ghostly bare branches, the light showed obsidian orbs rudely devoid of luster. What was joy? Only a golden glimpse of his past; a mere glimmer of simple and complete contentment. Happiness seemed an impossible dream...a mirage of things unaccessible by this stallion whose appearance was nomadic, past unknown, heart and soul full of rifts and pits of despair....~

~Flinty hooves propelled gaunt frame forth through winter's vegetation with deadly silence. Something within the chilled winds had compelled him to leave the empty haven of his territory and seek the all-too familiar sights of other equines. Shifting through the unruly shadows of night, the stallion stopped short. Keen chasms set proudly across wide forehead peered in surprise out of the dark edge of the forest, nares flaring wide. Stepping hesitantly forth, curiosity overtook surprise for he had not expected to find another equine so close to his own territory. The shadows grudgingly relinquished him to the flaming light pouring forth from the sickle moon. Peering uncertainly into the sea of tall reeds kissed with the death of frost, deep orbs beheld the femme before him. A soft haze stole slowly into the shadowy recesses of his pain-filled thoughts as he watched her approach, spellbound....~

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