Date Posted:08:47:24 08/06/02 Tue Author: :UC: Subject: :Unchained thoughts: In reply to:
Jemma
's message, "awe" on 03:07:06 08/06/02 Tue
:bronc high steps 'ward t' fairer one.crest arch hearing her voice.he halts he understood she was not going to hurt him.nails 'crap 'pon t' loam.pools rest 'pon t' emerald eyes.pistons took one by one.closer to t' woman.visage level with hers.bellow escape nudges her softly and plays with her braclet 'round her arm.knowing those signs.from his homeland where he was born.t' old master had that 'round his barn.bronc trusted his master with his heart.then was sold to be race for his speed.he gave no heart to former owners.they try everything.he almost killed every trainer.he dipsice t' humans.none would earn his trust until now.those symbols so fimilair.muscles quiver under colbalt pelt.
