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Subject: - - - It's hard for a legend to spread if everyone dies - - -


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- - - Krymsyn - - -
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Date Posted: 15:11:11 01/13/02 Sun
In reply to: Savoy 's message, "--}{---Pure aristocracy just walked in--}{--" on 13:03:56 01/10/02 Thu

Curiousity tended to divert the proverbal feline to her death, but that is evidence that she was weak, foolish. Much unlike me. Curiousity is merely the spark that will ignite my inferno. One of these days my interest and wonder will find me a formidable foe. But until such a day sees the rosy fingertips of sunlight, my existance will prove strong, my heart will beat upon mighty drums, and my legend will be built.

With a pelt the hue of molten flame, steel hooves, precise senses, and a mind filled with unanswered questions, the solitary brute strides forth, thick masses of ebony spiraling against his stout neck, untamable threads dashing against boney hocks. Malicious smirk paints over ashen lips, dark optics latching to the ivory female with enigmatic reasoning. Taking upon a bouncy trot, the masculine equine manuvers towards the mare, ears tipped forth, nostrils dialated, his shadowy being seemingly tender, pure. Silence clamps iron chains around the beast's muzzle, leaving words to be spared for a time. Mere inquisitive nature leads him to wander wide circles around the female.



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