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Post by promise on Oct 12, 2006 23:02:40 GMT -5
| Broken Promise |
I trudge boredly over the growing green my auds pinned flat, my mug in a annoied smirk. I flick my whipcord lazily bout my hindquarters as I continue forward. I hiss out a breath as I hear the tones of a no-good stag that probably only wanted the mare he was toying with for a play thing. Dark hazel orbs flash around as I search for a spot to rest my sore feet. I'm getting tired of always having to leave....
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Post by silverfire on Oct 27, 2006 21:14:52 GMT -5
Jersulem [I never thought I could ever have the potential to run and maintain a herd, for my father didn't think so either. He never put any faith to my well being and I always thought he was dull. The only thing he taught my brother and I was to claim, I always wondered why[ he never told me about the artistry of the belles. I always wanted to change from the clutch of traditions and start my linage of my sire.]
His memories soon ended as he came to the presence of the open valley. Temptations soon embraced his imagery of the many lovely images of the many damsels.
[Finally I saw one that caught my globe. She all alone but I felt something about her that made her particularly engaging.]
The tanned brute paced his elongated stilts carried his figure to the mysterious jezebel. He got a good distance toward her then laced
"Hello Feminine may I ask for your calling, for I would be Jersulem lord of claybank cliffs."
His Italian accent tugged on his words envious of his English use. |
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Post by promise on Nov 15, 2006 20:43:03 GMT -5
- Broken Promise -
My sulken tired gaze waved towads the tanned brute as he spoke. I try little to hide my disapointment in him being here, I wanted to be alone for awhile. My auds flicked forwards a second before turning back once again. I step towards the brute giving a slight wince as one of my sore feet stepped on something sharp. I come up close to the brute my gaze whispering lightly over him. She couldn't help but smirk at his somewhat intruging italian accent.
I be Broken Promise.
My rich husky voice held a Southern ring in it, making it sound deep, yet seductive all the same.
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