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Post by Hazel on Sept 23, 2005 22:15:55 GMT -5
A beautiful chestnut mare galloped swiftly onto the land. Her eyes burned in the sunlight. She reared up, striking the air with her hooves. She was rough and tough. She knew that she was the fastest horse in the world. She would never let any horse forget it. She snorted before rearing again and shreiking for the stallion that owned the river that twisted before her. Her call was shrill and comanding. She wasn't obne to take orders. Then she thought that maybe he wouldn't like her if she was too bossy. She landed, tearing the earth, then quieted down. She wanted a home too much to annoy its leader. She shook her long, elegant head. Then she lowered it slowly to the ground. Her strong teeth tore some grass up to the roots and crunched it in silence. She was pondering what this stallion would look like.
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Post by <3 k a t i e on Sept 24, 2005 12:15:52 GMT -5
Leo came up to her, hearing her cry. his white coat flashed in the sun he said hello m'am, he said, bowing slightly to her what is your name?
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He is as fast as the wind itself.
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Post by zephinia on Sept 24, 2005 13:13:49 GMT -5
The Black watched from a distance.His long Black mane and tail blew gently in th ewind. His coal color gleamed over his striking muscles. He was to far away to be see but close enough to be heard.He sniffed the air for danger but realizing there was none turned away.
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Post by <3 k a t i e on Sept 24, 2005 15:21:18 GMT -5
Leo smelt another stag in the air, and looked around, but didnt see anyone, and so continued with his conversation.
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Post by zephinia on Sept 24, 2005 15:34:58 GMT -5
As the Black troted out he looked at the sky. He sniffed the wild air he breathed in all the time.H eclosed his eys as he walked feeling the breeze twist his mane and tail lightly.he smiled.He loved the wild lands that he had been on.Danger lurking everywhere, always keeping you on your feet.He opened his eyes and watched the birds fly around.His glossy coat gleamed over his muscled bodice. His muscles ready for any change of event.He shook his head twisting his mane more. He thought a minute then began to gallop feeling the win through his mane.He tore through it wildly.His hoof beats like thunder across the land.His head beat strongly making him go faster.He lenghtened his stride and went even faster. He was a wild mustang running across land that was as wild as he was. He breathed in again smelling that wild air once again.
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Post by Hazel on Sept 24, 2005 20:10:56 GMT -5
I am Christmas Rain. But many call me Rain. And may I have the honor of hearing your curse? she asked generously, flicking her head so her long mane trickled over her neck like water. She thought the stallion was gorgeous. He was amazing. He loved his white pelt. She gazed deeply into his pools and waited for his response.
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Post by <3 k a t i e on Sept 24, 2005 22:04:34 GMT -5
it is certainly nice to meet you leo said....if you are looking for a heard you are welcome here
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