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Date Posted: 09/ 8/03 6:05pm
Author: Criminal Illusions (C)
Subject: ...is it time?...

...the weather reflected the moods the herd of horses was experiencing. the gentle breeze had picked up to a sharp gale and was now producing whitecaps on the formerly tranquil ocean. the cerulean sea began churning, pounding the layers of sand more forcefully in an intimidating manner. palm fronds swayed uneasily in the harsh wind and continually beat the air with their feather-like branches.

the troops were gathering, massing up to provide ample support for their cause...well...it sure seemed that the lights had a big turnout, but the evils weren't quite so evenly matched. greys, bays, blacks, browns, dapples, paints--they were all here. even colors such as his buckskin donned the fair land. with a darkening sky and distant rainclouds, the mustang could easily perceive an oncoming disturbance. well, at least the time was right.

nostrils dilating to take in the entourage of smells, the stallion grew calm and perceptive. his eyes drank in the surroundings, determining areas to avoid and spots to be cautious about. the intelligents orbs also sought allies and friends to call to if in desperate need, or to help if the tides were vice versa. the charcoal-hued tail flicked lazily at a pesky little bugger nipping the shiny rump. every bout of wind drew the silky mane into a dance upon the muscular neck. the time for battle was dawning, and he was prepared to fight--hard. he had been well-learned in the points of weakness and techniques that continually worked and was quite ready for the flag to drop and a partner to enter his tango for two. battling is an art, one of extreme skill, will, and perseverance. only time can determine the victor of this war of good vs. evil--is it time?...

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