* Thunder's Fury trots up. And bows at her hooves.* WIll you honor me by joining my herd?? -- ~Mares~Land~

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Subject: * Thunder's Fury trots up. And bows at her hooves.* WIll you honor me by joining my herd??

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Thunder's Fury

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Date Posted: 18:00:58 08/21/01 Tue
In reply to: Gamarra (EX Bak herd member) 's message, "*Mare Returns*" on 17:32:32 08/21/01 Tue

>*The ebon snorts with flamed nares and white eyes.
>After all that battle, her so-called steed left her.
>Shaking dial in disgused, the femme returns to her
>quarters. Scents of fellow mares fill her widdened
>nostrils and falg snaps behind her in annoyance.
>Flint-like hoof paws terrain and deep snort is once
>again emitted from velvet. Oculi scan for possible
>suitor. If one shall come, he must prove worthly in
>many fields; trust mainly. Ebon coat gleams a dull
>black and dial is dropped towards folliage of a
>radiant emerald. Ivories grasp and tear small strands
>of grass, oculi never stopping one place too long;
>searching and scanning for a time-worthy stud*
>
>-Gamarra-
>
>With flowing tail and flying mane,
>With nostrils never stretch'd by pain,
>Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,
>And feet that iron never shod,
>And flanks unscr'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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