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Date Posted: 14:58:29 02/15/02 Fri
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In reply to: Slave Dancer 's message, ".: Dancer of the wind" on 14:41:31 02/15/02 Fri



Unruley was jelous of the mares freedom, she loved her son Satan but rather her freedom would have had her pleasure, she wished she hadn't had him so young too. She squeled an ear piercing scream to the mare that wished not to fight her nor to leave, "Who are you and what is your reason for being here." Unruleys black coat took like her fathers JET BLACK with red lining in places, Unruleys eyes were red no ebony was left in them, hell seemed to have taken over her as flames seemed to ripple down her sexy body. Her mane flew up with the sudden breeze sending a burst of flames firing into the air. It landed back perfectly on her neck as it sparked, some of it blew across her face in slender strips. Unruley still had her freedom whenever she pleased for no one would hold her Unruley self back besides her son whom she loved so much and Crimpson. Even if she desperatly wanted it no one would keep her freedom locked away. Her father shown through her more than Slave Dancer. She remembered her father and her once again and there desert nights not so long ago, that was the one thing missing in her puzzle life, how she longed still for her father. She stood bold her muscles rippled under her pelt not as showing as a stallions though, her feet were planted firmly and steam rolled from under them as she waited for the other mare whom she was almost taller than to answer her.

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