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Post by Abhorsen||Tarquin on Oct 23, 2006 21:21:33 GMT -5
Abhorsen scented the air around her, saccning it for various things. From other mares, to other stallion, wolves to bobcats and snakes. ONce she was satisfied that there wasn't anything to hurt her, she let herself lower her mug to the terra and pull the tnder new shoots of emerald foliage from it's root and chew lazily. Was she the only mare here? SHe didn't know at the moment, but she was sure she would find out soon enough. As if an afte rthought she let out a squeal of protest at being left completely alone, when she was alone her thoughts were let out and sad memories brought to the surface.
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Post by silverfire on Oct 26, 2006 18:39:17 GMT -5
Jersulem Jersulem waltz into his clay, head proudly lifted to maximum height showing off his magesty and elegance. The normal. gentle came for its pass tugging on his banner lashing it through the air. He finally found his disiple Abhorsen smacking away on his green emeralds. he troted up to her, his pistons felt stiff and his nape felt harder than the rocky earth itself.He finally found his words then laced them to her "Hello Maiden does everthing suite you well?' He waited for the damsel to return the lace twondering if she was happy or not. |
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Post by Abhorsen||Tarquin on Oct 30, 2006 19:59:39 GMT -5
There isn't much interesting things to do here. But it is very efficient here, I shan't be unhappy. Her crania lowered slightly to tough the fuzz on his maw, then she returned to her grazing. Figuring he hadn't much to say.
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Post by silverfire on Nov 3, 2006 20:12:42 GMT -5
Jersulem [What could she possibly mean not much here? What else could she possibly want?]
the first two questions puzzled him but the he brought himself back on the ride of reality.
[She must have thought my terra to be similar to the valley, well populated and beaming of new equines to meet. O' well soon the valley and my clay will be beaming with life to.]
His ebonite eyes looked up at hers then he laced to the fae
"No fear my lady soon you will be accompanied by more of my followers and thoughts of boredom won't be able to escape to the imagery." |
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Post by Abhorsen||Tarquin on Nov 4, 2006 20:35:59 GMT -5
That is very well, what should occupy me in the meantime? Would you like to run with me? She liked to run, it was fun sometimes. Her hoove pawed the ground and she snorted playfully.
ooc :Sorry for the short posts
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Post by phantom on Nov 5, 2006 19:55:09 GMT -5
Shona walked silently into her new home. She was a small dun mare but full of energy and spirit. SHe loved to play and roam around and rest when she wants too. She spotted Jerusalm and trotted towards him. She looked at the mare and gave a nod. Her tail flickered hearing the mares voice. She could feel her hooves wanitng to run.
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Post by silverfire on Nov 5, 2006 21:42:24 GMT -5
Jersulem [ Running, one of the only words that gave me pure joy when I was bantle. I always thought of running as the only way to get rid of life's worries. Running was always a my refuge. Then after my time as a youth was over Running became more of a simple pleasure. but now I wonder the feeling of a gallop with those you just meet.]
The mesmerizing diablo couldn't say no to the offer but he knew responsibility must take in action first. The words flowed together to a simple lace
" Abhorsen may I introduce to you Shona"
Then brute anxiously waited for any one Donna to reply. His supports pranced in place and his tanned, miniscule crown nodded through the air causing his onyx locks flying ever where. Finally he could no longer hold his energy, He felt his pistons sprint out to a elongated stride. His frame scurried trying to follow the baron's strides.
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Post by Abhorsen||Tarquin on Nov 16, 2006 17:45:39 GMT -5
She shimmied as she was introduced to this other femme, at least she wouldn't be alone here. She introduced herself in her neutral, emotionless voice My calling is Abhorsen, see I can do it for myself, I don't need him to do it for me. It's not like shes some emotionless robot, but she had been taught not to give yourself away through facial expression or vocal changes. She looked after the gallpoing stag and let her own pillars churn as she pounded the dirt to catch up with the barrelling stud
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Post by phantom on Nov 16, 2006 19:31:07 GMT -5
She noded her head and flashed after him. Her hooves smashing the ground solid beneath her. She speed up like a furry bullet of dun color. She flattened ehr ears against the wind and ran faster. She caught up to the mare's side and smirked then pounded her legs faster. She went ahead chasing after the stag. She sped along hoping to catch him.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 2, 2008 16:36:47 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Sept 5, 2008 12:47:09 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 10:41:11 GMT -5
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