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Date Posted: 14:07:26 08/17/02 Sat
Author: pride
Subject: [.calm.]
In reply to: Pronounced A Winner 's message, "Stallion walks about the track." on 13:06:57 08/17/02 Sat


[.through dark, long lashed eyes he gazed calmly at the other stallyon. a chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest and forced it's way from the balmy adherrents. tuliped ears flicked this way and that, disrupting the crown of sable locks, before turning full attention to the other. quietly he stood, silken tail lashed across taut hind 'quarters. yet murder flashed through the two, level eyes, but as most of those emotions it was gone in an instant. on slender legs he backed until he stood to far away for the other to strike, and waited. carven head bobbed gently, silently. pronounced had no idea what had happened to him in his earier days, memories flashed momentarily - wild and free, fighting any who came near, being caught unaware, beaten and abused, killing the farm's humans and setting the other horses free. a harsh snort wracked the papery thin nasals, she memories vanishing quickly. come on little guy, you want to play with the big dogs? in a flash of flailing hooves he 'dashed' behind the other bronc, tucking the whiskery nose protectivly into the robust chest. no one could hit there, and the well-muscles haunches danced, no hit there either. pride danced this way and that on nimble legs, dancing just out of reach of the wiry brute. it was his strategy to dance just out of reach and dart in with quick bites and kicks. . .

[me gonna fight mean, 'cause i have to start school soon and i hate it. heehee. oh yeah, a horse wouldn't think of kicking dirt in someones face. . .just thought you should know. *twiddles her thumbs* still waiting for real life Pride's brother to go into training - in like a year. boo hoo, at leas i get to groom, ride, and train him. Pronouced - do you ride or anything?]

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