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Twister
Sept 14, 2009 17:05:58 GMT -5
Post by fire on Sept 14, 2009 17:05:58 GMT -5
A red streak flies into the field. The streak slows to a trot and a horse forms. She holds her head high and proud, strutting around the area. Her tail to the side. Knowing any dark stallion will come to her. Her blood red coat glistening in the sun. She is more a horse from a painting than in real life. Every line of her body is flawless and she knows it. She cocks her ears listening for the sound of hooves. But let it be known that this mares is as dark at heart as she is gorgeous and will only go with the darkest of all stallions.
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Twister
Jun 24, 2010 21:30:59 GMT -5
Post by macie10 on Jun 24, 2010 21:30:59 GMT -5
hey
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