*Frustration* -- ~Mares~Land~

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Subject: *Frustration*

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Gamarra

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Date Posted: 15:54:42 08/12/01 Sun
In reply to: Bakadeyebonyshiek~~~***Bak***~~~ 's message, "OOC:Excuse Me,But I Claimed Her A Long Time Ago And She Said>>>>>>>>>>" on 12:32:37 08/12/01 Sun

*Creamy orbs roll in frustration and anger. Heat boils within blood. Ebon hoof scars barren earth as limb is lefted and falls, striking the land. Snort is heard from tempered soul. Ivories show with lobes flat against poll. Body tenses with approach of three steeds. The first from before still claims her. He claims her, not her soul or spirit. Those are untouchable. The idea of a herd flys through her mind. The safety...a plus. The closness...negative. Softer expression sent toward other studs with dial stretched and nares full. Whicker escapes velvet and the femme follows the steed called Bak but not without a soft gaze and teasing expression toward the other steeds. A herd is vital for femmes life yet her choice is fighting the wind, wild and free, unclaimed and unbroke, untamed and unloved. Maybe things can change in this unsettled spirit before thee...maybe for the better....maybe for the worse. Unknown is her destiny, unknown is her fate. With black orbs scanning and poll held high above whithers, hooves lifted elegantly and pride shining, femme follows steed toward herd and territory*

-Gamarra-

With flowing tail and flying mane,
With nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod,
A thousand horse-the wild-the free-
Like waves that follow o'er the sea-
Came thickly thundering on.
--George Gordon

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