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Post by azeria on Nov 11, 2006 23:40:32 GMT -5
the young femmora walked in, slightly dished dial held high. her orbits glanced around the terra, taking in the sites. mares being reunited with their loved ones, pregnant dogs putting up a fight and others, like her, alone. waiting. what were they waiting for? she didnt know. love, maybe? you couldnt find love here, not unless you were lucky. maybe someone to protect you that would later turn into love. a quiet whicker was split from her vox and out of her mug as her orbs glanced around again. painted ess shook her dreads before lowering her kissers to hell's roof, beginning to graze.
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Post by espree on Nov 12, 2006 15:54:28 GMT -5
It was with timid steps that the young stallion approached. His whole bing seemed to be fixed upon her, for he saw nor heard any but she. He lovely she was, standing bathed in the sun's golden complexion. He halted a few steps away, silently as he could. He took in her scent, his body rigid in an odd mixture of fear an delight. never had he beheld such a creature as she. A million thoughts raced through his head, felling over each other in his anxious state. Why is she here? does she have a stallion? Do I have a chance? He was clueless as to how strange he must have looked, staring at her so boldly. He didn't dare move, fearing that she would turn and see him there in his state of utter stupor.
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Post by azeria on Nov 13, 2006 15:46:42 GMT -5
femmora's harks heard another approaching and her nares took in the scent of a stallion. the ess turned her crania, orbits looking at the brute. she inclined her tiara lightly, orbs watching his moves. her kissers parted, releasing her lyrics.
'ello brute, and may i ask who are you?
lyrics came out in a song, orbits questioning.
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Post by espree on Nov 13, 2006 17:44:26 GMT -5
His mouth opened and closed stupidly, he took several rapid steps backward. Why that was not the mare at all! How mindless of him! He grunted a few illogical words of confusion, finally able to force out an apology. I- I am quite sorry madam. I mistook you for another. He knew it was rude, but so embarrassed was he, the little fellow could not stand there for a moment longer. He made a B-line for the trees, looking over his shoulder once, sure she would be laughing. out of view, he halted, allowing the heat to leave his face and neck. That was NOT how he imagined meeting her. If only he knew her name, that he might call for her.
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Post by azeria on Nov 13, 2006 17:59:15 GMT -5
the ess tilted her tiara, listening to his words. orbits watched him flush in a horsey way and walk off.
it's a common coat color,
she murmered, looking at her blood red pelt in disgust. she hated the way it was so common.
an easy mistake to make.
her vocals said to the hidded brujo. unphased, the ess dropped her mug to hell's roof again, continuing her grazing.
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Post by espree on Nov 13, 2006 18:16:26 GMT -5
he listened to her carefully, begining to feel bad as he heard the downcast echo of her words. he wandered out timidly, making a small bow to the mare. He didn't mean to hurt her feelings.I am sorry My dearie. I am Heartbreaker, Marius if you please. He did not mean to mislead her, for none would do exept for the mare that had just left the claiming grounds with another, but what harm would it do to be her friend?
[[it is azeria he was looking for]]
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Post by azeria on Nov 14, 2006 15:27:28 GMT -5
orbits turned to the brujo, a curious look in her voids. what was making him stay around if he didn't want to talk to her. she raised her cranium slightly and finished chewing the bite of grass she was on. her whipcord smacked against her side, chasing the bloodsuckers from her flesh.
i am memory. nice to meet you, brute.
the replied simply, assuming he didn't want to talk. slowly, she folded her pillars under her and landed with a grunt in the dirt. the femme stretched her nape in the dust, covering it in dust.
//she's got a herd now//
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Post by espree on Nov 14, 2006 17:11:27 GMT -5
He nodded politely, watching her stretch out upon the ground. He shifted his weight awkwardly, not sure of what to say. She seemed like a sweet mare, one any stallion would be fond of, but Right now he had another on his mind. Well, I guess I'll see you around. He turned to go, looking over his shoulder as he strode out. It was nice meeting you. He had to find her.
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Post by azeria on Nov 14, 2006 20:07:55 GMT -5
she nodded her tiara, lifting it from the ground and unfolding her pillars. with a hefty push, she was on her feet again, tiara held high. with a mighty shake, she shook the dust off her bod, releasing a whicker for anyone else to join since this brute didn't seem interested in her.
t'is possible. i hope you find your maiden.
she murmered. which of the many femmes was he looking for?
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