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Subject: *Curious*

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Gamarra

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Date Posted: 17:12:31 08/08/01 Wed
In reply to: Meaghan 's message, "I decide what can happen>" on 16:46:59 08/08/01 Wed

*Nips with velvet at steed. She will not be forced to go anywhere. Lobes are pined, white showing around creamy orbs and ivories bared with neck stretch out toward threat. She knows his advantage over her but her spirit will not permit being thrown around as an object. She was an individual and insisted on being treated like one. Nares fill with a new scent and femme swings head flicking lobes at new steed. Black orbs scan steed for a sign of a second threat. Attention is not taken to long from the first steed. Not knowing what either stud would do she snorts sharply and backs up while bobbing head fiercly, eyeing both studs. She nips sharply at the new steed letting him know not to approach. Her wild spirit shown through brighter than ever as orbs stare at first threat. She dislikes his 'pushyness' and stands clear of his ivories. Lobes flick; one toward new steed one toward first threat. Her body tences at what may come from this*

~Gamarra~

She is iron-sinew'd and satin-skinned,
Ribbed like a drum and limb'd like a deer,
Fierce as a fire and fleet as the wind-
There is nothing she couldn't climb or clear.
--A. L. Gordon

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Keeps his distance	Le Muerte	17:24:38 08/08/01 Wed