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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 16:32:52 GMT -5
Can he recover.....
Spook
With open wounds from the trashing over grwon throws upon his chest, he walked on a one beat into the terra. His skullery low and his long appendeges were weak from the miles of terrian he covered at a full gallope. His nared flare but his appendeges just collasped beniethe himself. He didn't even bother to stand up. He was too weak, too sorrowed, too broken.
The wind whirlled around his carcass and the snowflakes lightly built up on the side of his body. His lids closed prtecting his eyes as he thought about what he had done. The fighting the overreacting he had only casue this despair for himself, and to get involved with a mare as she was compleatly the wrong thing to do. Although he still cared for her he didn't exactly know what to do. He had messed up and it was all his fault, but why had she gone to him. Was he that horrible to be with? was he that easy to turn against? Was it so easy to break his Heart?
from a broken heart
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Post by collisian on Nov 26, 2006 16:39:54 GMT -5
she had followed the warlock deciding to see if he was alright. her paperthins leading her to him. she stood infront fo the drake unsure of what to do really but she extended her mug and parted her velvets releasing a nicker. i'm sorry her tones didn't sound too sorry for she kept her tones strong yet she meant her words. are you alright? she supposed dark stags grew jealous easier. all she had done was play witht hat brute they hadn't nuzzled or stood by each other and told each other that they loved one another. but it might be a complete lie to say she didn't feel something.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 16:53:15 GMT -5
He was startled by her aproch so he jumped quickly to his flints with his dentals barred and his harks laced. He snickerd coldly to her ad turned his back to her. He flick his whipcord and shlashed his hawks harshly. His jaw clenched tightly as he kept his harks laced tightly. His skullery bobbed in annoyance and his visons rolled in their sockets. He lashed his back leg out to the side in warning, making sure not to hit her facile chest or legs. He walked away from her presance.
The wind picked up and the snow blew along the ground softy, and with every step the snow crumbled. The ever greens danced with their branced full of snow and the trees held their ground as the animals that lived in their trunks scurried into their homes to be with their family. He traotted forwards leaving his path in the snow taking cover from the large oak tree that had branches so dense the snow couldn't fall threw their small openings.
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Post by collisian on Nov 26, 2006 17:20:49 GMT -5
she snorted and roled her oculars then turned an left. may be he needed time or he had decided she wasn't worth it. either way she didn't care. for now she was still confused and distracted with everythig else. flints carried her out of the chilly beach ooc: sorry not much muse
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Post by [Masque];; on Nov 29, 2006 22:59:51 GMT -5
It's funny how she found herself walking by the beach. Her favourtie, yet most hated place in the world. Sapphire orbs reflected the scene of green water and an endless sand beachline. The horizion was straight as the sun hung low in the sky. Wind coressesd her moving, black and white carcass. Picking up the scent of spook, she moved towards him. She had met him, at one point in time. She didn't care for him much, but he also made her feel like she belonged, somewhat. Her slender tallons carried her along the cool sand. Tender frogs left their marks on the yellow grains. Catching sight of the stallion, she sighed. He looked sad. Eyes followed another mare as she left the sea. Cirious...
As she approached him, her long and harsh alto tones fell though the air. Boo. Grinning she walked up to him, her ears falling towards her scalp. She halted by his side. Whatsthe matter? she asked, nonchalontly.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 30, 2006 8:41:13 GMT -5
The waves just seemed to roll over the sharp flints that were below him. The sand sank with the pressure of his weight on the top of it. The dark Mahogany peltage was once a deep bay, but no with the winter months approching the light snow began to fall, and his bay peltage was now mae of a snowy white. His star was hidden behinde the thick forlock on his forehead and his muzzle was rounded in an ebonite stat.
Taking the ever endearing poise he once stood, he let his body go back into the mighty stance it was in. Velvets touched under his serpatine and his body flexed it's muscles. They seemed to pressure onto his peltage, ripping from their rightful places. he looked at the painted femine, as she approched from behinde. He wasn't startled but more suprised she had approched him. His darkful nature kicked in as he slashing his audlits onto his skull and he kicked out into a buck from behinde, trying to strike the mare. He turned around and glanced sharoly at the ess as she walked wrenchedly twards him. He had his heart broken once, and he didn't intend to fall for anyone again that easy. One of the darkest mares had met the darkest stag and they couldn't get along. Pitty Pitty isn't it?
The stag looked at the mare with glaring visions and icy tones we're like the wind on theis day. Nothing wrench, and you have a heart to care? Because i sure don't.
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Post by x1x on Apr 26, 2007 5:41:28 GMT -5
Hey
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