::....femmora lets whicker resonate forth from cavity deep within her chest as the stallion appears, a longing call. lobes flick forward, trying to follow the movements of the stud through the mist. vixen takes a step forward, but movement behind her makes her whirl swiftly 'pon rear appendages, obsidian stranded silk whipping her body. 'tis only the rougue. whinny meets his ghostly sound, a free melodious trumpet....::
::....burnished gold vixen steps away from the massive raven steed, floating trot dancing 'pon mist soaked firma. nails hardly punctuate the terra, ebon silk trailing 'pon springy terra. dial uplifted, curly tresses waving lazily in summery breeze that maiden seems to create. true, winter had come, but femminique seemed to cast the light and warmth of summer 'pon everything. orbs rove over the mascu, studying, waiting....::
.S. e. R. e. N. d. I. p. I. t. Y.
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