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Date Posted: 05:42:37 07/03/02 Wed
Author: Challenger
Subject: He snorted boredly,
In reply to: Cotton 's message, "*watch*" on 15:58:28 07/02/02 Tue

only came here at the behest of his girl. She had been kind and loving, but told him for his love for her he must leave, little did he know she was being persucuted for witchcraft. He had headed to the only human settlement he knew off, Locksley and had pledged to go with the first human who approached him. However if that human had any ideas beyond merely being his compain,things would be interesting.
He snorted eyeing the femme, looking down at the top of her head curiously. Onyx tresses hung limp as the wind began to rise around them, he was untouched by its fury. Small breezes twined around his forelocks lovingly and his dial quirked towards the sky. Long muscular pins shifted, the play of silk over iron muscules a beauty it's self. Long practiced form held in long known stance, dominant. Eyes cast over the herd of sumbissive equines with distaste, he would never become one of them. A loud bugle slips from his lips as he half rose then returned to land.
Eyes burned with memories, memories of running free at the head of his harem. Feeling the heavy four beat of twenty odd mares ring out through the air behind you, knowing they were yours and yours alone. He had fought and killed to become the leader of the largest herd. And he had reigned alone, before the witch-girl.

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