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Post by nochoice on Nov 24, 2006 10:37:42 GMT -5
The steady, light thud of hoofbeats marked the entrance of the slender, beautiful essa, whose years, though many, did not mark her features, and form. Delitcately carved crania was held high, curvature flexing, not locked in a singular position. Liquid orbs gazed upon the land which she had inhabited for many years. This was where she had invited three of her four young into the world. The first of her brood had been from her first love, Danger. However, the drake had dissapeared long ago. Then, the ess had found comfort in Blitz, as a friend, who at that time had been facing almost exactly the same situation as she had. Their freindship had grown, and, almost inevitably, they had fallen in love.
Crania raised higher, a gentle, streaming call sent forth to the stag who was the true ruler of these lands, and her heart. Fluted lobes pricked gently foreword, awaiting an answering call. Nares flared slightly, trying to pick up the drake's scent.
[hmm, not much muse here. Oh well, lol]
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Post by UnTamed on Nov 24, 2006 12:24:47 GMT -5
A kings whinney was heard back to the lovely ess who had called him. He smiled and knew, he would get to spend some good time with her. Just her and him! His pilliars picked up and light and easy trot, making his way tward the sent of his love. He remembered when he had fallin in love with her that day. And he is still hooked for life! He came to her side and sighed...'Ello my Queen...... She joked He usualy was nt like this he was just playing.....Tis fall now...and how beautiful your coat shines against the autum leaves!
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Post by nochoice on Nov 25, 2006 17:06:30 GMT -5
A giggle, sweet, innocent, and playful as a lovestruck filly burst from the essa, delighted by the drake's tone. A soft whicker, almost like a mew of happiness burst almost inaudibly from the minxen, such was her pleasure at seeing the drake again. I've missed you. Tone was soft, whispering, gently purring to the drake. A soft snort was emitted, stilts carring her to the bronc, labios drawing back, gently nibbling the stag's wither, her touch tender, and loving. The minxen proceded to lightly groom the drake over, before opts raised to his once more, gently nuzzling him, bumping her velvety muzzle to his, feeling his whiskers softly tickling her sensitive skin.
How have you been? Lymns were soft, silken, single fluted lobe pricked, the second flicking backwards, ever on the lookout for danger. Hind dagger was rested, easily upon it's point, relaxed pose reflecting her mild manner, showing that nothing was straying from the usual.
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Nov 26, 2006 16:47:22 GMT -5
-I'll reply tonight.......PROMIS! p.s. GREAT post!-
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Post by nochoice on Nov 29, 2006 7:58:25 GMT -5
[okies, please reply soon.]
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Nov 30, 2006 18:58:50 GMT -5
His smile grew wider and he nuzzled the mare as she groomed him. He did the same working some dust out of her withers, though there was never hardly any. He sighed happily. He nudged her with a kiss and said with the love of a yearling in his eyes.... Bettter....Now.... He looked into her eyes....They where so beautiful. It was like he could see there love in them. And you m'love how have you been?
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