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Subject: x.Watches.x

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Jet Black

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Date Posted: 19:29:30 09/22/01 Sat
In reply to: Qadre` 's message, " |-Suspicious-|" on 17:26:26 09/22/01 Sat

x.Tyrant turns noble visage in direction of the golden youth, cupped auditives flickering forward. Slender limbs move steed of raven hue away from the young one, onyx razors slicing through the sodden ground as he moved. Stud stands away from the femme's dark occuli watching over all. Tender nares dilate as soft snort is emitted, wondering why the golden one would be suspicious of him. He had no plan, nothing to harm her, and nothing to try and tame her wild soul. His goal was to create a powerful herd in the realm of the 'good' and to help Black Flame in any way possible. As far as the steed was concerned, she was free.
The dark tyrant stands upon a small hill, a slight wind picking up causing silken tresses to battle to stay as one. Banner of a thousand strands cascade downward to play at his hocks. Noble dial is held high in dominance and might, cupped auditives pricked forward, paper thin nares dilated to scent any possible trouble. Raven pelt gleams in the last rays of the sun as it slipped behind a cloud, preparing for the hail storm soon to come. The stud did not move, muscles rippling under sleek coat, slender limbs locking to hold him steady, a image of pure perfection, waiting for the storm...x

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