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Post by horsiegirl399 on Sept 15, 2007 7:31:44 GMT -5
Her coay sparkling A Sin So Sweet walks into the flowered fields. She had yet to find a home, or even a mate. Dispite her name she is light, as were her parents. She whinnies, calling for the lead stallion.
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Post by wildhorse22 on Sept 30, 2007 19:38:29 GMT -5
Then all of a sudden Dark Spirit galloped in and challenged this mare.
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Post by horsiegirl399 on Oct 10, 2007 5:12:04 GMT -5
sweetie's maw shot up, her optics madly tracing the horizen. Her Auds swivled despretly. She could tell there was another presence, but what... or who...
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