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Post by collisian on Nov 5, 2006 17:38:54 GMT -5
my terra is in the neutral lands, Sleepless Plains. i shall meet you there in a single movement he turned and was loping off to his domain. long crimson whipcord flew out behind him as tessels waved along his muscular serpantine. ooc: sorry that was a terrible post |
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Post by azeria on Nov 5, 2006 19:01:51 GMT -5
//i'll just post there =]//
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Post by espree on Nov 8, 2006 19:56:10 GMT -5
The awkward young brujo stood watching the exchange, mouth agape and chin aquiver. How easily the Monsieur had approached her, how smooth and dignified he held himself.
A grip of sour envy twinged the back of his throat, he rapped the grass rather violently with a heavy stomp of a foreleg. What did that Brute have that he did not? Everything it seemed. Charisma maybe...that's what must have made the difference.
Heartbreaker- he felt so inappropriately named. What a cruel sense of humor his parents must have had. Alas! He was certain his young life was doomed before it began. Why did he hesitate so? He had waited to long, engulfed in her pretty ways, dumbfounded and stupefied, he could not muster the courage to step into view, announcing his presence to one who could so quickly unmask the colt he felt he truly was.
No matter. He told himself. What would she have seen in him anyway? He had nothing to offer- in a worldly sense anyway. He had no land, no herd, no title. Not even an acquaintance here at the Fields. No, perhaps he was better off, keeping to himself.
But watching that soft spoken enchantress follow the stallion to inevitable happiness, he couldn't deny his envy, only hope that they would meet one day.
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