*!*... Flight ...*!* -- The Watering Hole

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Subject: *!*... Flight ...*!*

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Shades Of Night

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Date Posted: 10:30:10 11/25/01 Sun
In reply to: Phenomenon 's message, "[..Free Falling..]" on 14:29:26 11/22/01 Thu

*!*... Muscles quiver as he stands, watching her with a piercing gaze as she sipped the water. Iron pelt glows delightedly beneath the moon as he moves towards her. Dry lips crack as they curl slightly. Tongue parched and crusty as he tries to push down the lump in his throat. Long brilliant ebon streams down his refined jowl with the toss of his head. Muscles ripple with each and every move, defined to perfection. Flaring nares touch masculine chest as he engages onwards. Before entering the shadows across from her, he nickers everso quietly. The note evenly distributed amongst the trees. Soon, it disperses into nothing, and as it does, he moves again. Slinking as usual, his magnificent body is suddenly lost. The shadows loom over him. Silence takes over the area as he halts across from the icy lake. He takes a good, studying glance at her. He looks at how mysterious she was, but somehow, he coud feel other things. He felt as if it were things she felt as well. Thirst overtakes him so he steps into broad view. Moonlight strikes his face catching his radient ocults, though they were covered by a river of dancing forelock. He moves forward again and drops his muzzle to drink. After a few gulps he lifts his eyes, but not his head, to look at her, wondering if she minded his company...*!*

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[..Curiosity Killed the Cat..]	Phenomenon	17:07:44 11/26/01 Mon