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Silent Sensation
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Date Posted: 12:40:49 08/21/01 Tue
In reply to:
Black Death
's message, "Intrest" on 10:34:31 08/21/01 Tue
Crimson femme stands regal in her place, nostrils flare, taking in the scent of the stallion. Lobes erect and twitching at every sound. She watches the interesting stallion, never before seeing one such as this. She has only seen the one's in competitions, some friendly, some not, but never one as free and wild. She is not sure of this new way of life, she missed the humans that cared for her and loved her, then they went away and she suddenly was faced with awful men who beat her chestnut hide with large whips, she shudder, remembering. She lets her inner voice speak out, her instinct telling her what to do, it has been quiet for a long time now. She emits no whicker, no voice at all for she is silent, and probably will always be. She continues watching the stallion, pawing the earth uncertainly, not really knowing what to do, but doing what she feels is right.
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