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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 12, 2006 16:41:05 GMT -5
The calm, painted ess walked in aw of the beautiful surroundings. It felt good to stetch the long appendeges that she had. If anything she was glad to be out of her mother and fathers realms. After being taught ever boring thing known to the lights would. She was probably considerd a light, but she also had her dark side, just like any nuetral did.
Long arabic muzzle tucked into her arched slim serpitine as she looked elegant and consistant. ivory flaxen laid flat on her sepatine, with no strand out of place. She was beautiful. With her dark patches of buckskin and the creamy ivory white patches surrounding the others. She had a black whipcord and trimmed black legings too.
She knew her disaster and would share it soon to her tursties but now she couldn't tell, for that was the disaster. She was mute. No vocals vibrate with in. Someone great had once told her that if you really loved or trusted someone so much, that you could finaly communicatewithin both of their minds. But she didn't know if that would happen to her. She really was a Beautiful Disaster.
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Post by B.oya on Nov 20, 2006 18:22:04 GMT -5
Presto
Large ebonite bod wandered carelessly through the valley. Whipcord dragged behind the muscular frame, and the stag tossed his crania, tassles flapping against his nape. Nares were flared, as he scented all of the femmes. He smirked as he walked along, eyeing each as he passed them. Too small, too tall, too big, too thin, too touchy, no feelings, doesnt care, would rather be alone.. statements were mad in his head, taking a guess at each of the equines by their appearance. He really didn't care all that much about whom he chose to be a part of his herd, but, he didn't want them to totally ignore him, or just be in his herd for a home. He hated herds like that. They were pointless, and not succesful at all. would never allow his own herd to get to that point. Ever. So flickering his auds, he spotted a lone ess standing, and he made his way over to her. Dipping his crown in salut, vocals rang out.
Ello.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 20, 2006 18:46:38 GMT -5
With a gental toss of her head, her depthless eyes glistend and look twards to ebonite bronco. She shook her head again showing intrest. She pricked her ears forwards to catch the deep tone in his voice. She flattened her ears in amusment and she stood her ground.She sent a powerful buck into the mountainus air as she clapped her teeth at him in warning. Her dark mahogany body was strong and nicly toned with a muculine figure. She let her mane drape flattly over her dakr neck. Her blood was a Rocky Mountain horse, but that sometimes was hard to determind. She arched her neck bodly and she stepped twards the stallion. She looked over him with every detail filling into her mind. She looked upon him to only see he ment no harm to her. She pawed out a little impatiant but she kept her head high and a stern look upon her muculine bod. And you are?
Sure she sounded harsh and sassy but that was her tone. She was considered a light, but she had her ways and this was one. She did not trust many, complying that it only turned harsh and she ending up with the brokeness. The Gentle Catessa let her ears loose again to show she wasn't dark, like the ones who were deamones only to this world. She was a tricky one. She twisted others minds and liked to play along with their humility. She amused her self. I mean whats a beautiful mare like her supposed to do when she had nothing else to do?
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Post by B.oya on Nov 20, 2006 20:35:30 GMT -5
Presto
He shrugged at her response. A tad harsh, just as he expected. Just as he didn't like to see, but he didn't let that bother him at all. But he could clearly see the interest in her eyes, so he didn't back down, not as if he was known to do so. He rolled his pools as she sent him a threatened bare, finding her childish antics quite amusing. She was fiesty. But so was he. His own blood was filled of a thoroughbreds, and his antics had not yet shown, for he was retaining himself. He laughed at how stern she looked as her vocals rang out to him. Presto. And you? He said flattly, almost repeating the tone of voice she had had with him. Simple yet confusing. He followed no path, so he could act as he desired. He was not a heaven kisser, one to plead one to come with them, or a dark, who would force her. He would let her come on her own will, if she agreed, but he was patient, and he would wait. He was simple yet confusing. Simple yet Confusing.
[sorry that they are so short]
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 24, 2006 22:17:55 GMT -5
Femmora hid behinde her long dreadlocks, hiding her facile. She wanted to speak, but nothing approched her formless vocals. She smiled ever so gracefully and spoke out in a harmonic tune. Beautiful Disaster, tis' pleasure Sir. She dipped her tiarra low to the ground in respect. She looked at him with soft glowing eyes and a smirk tunred across her facile with bright Emotions. She looked beautiful, so what was her disaster?
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 30, 2006 12:49:32 GMT -5
-bump-
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Post by Lazyy Boyaa on Dec 2, 2006 13:23:50 GMT -5
[[ i promise i'll reply soon]]
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Post by B.oya on Dec 10, 2006 12:27:57 GMT -5
Presto
He nodded his crown, cocking it slightly to one side, and flickering his audits. He didn't know what to say now, for there wasn't really much to discuss. He pawed at the ground, and snorted. T'was late autumn, so the leaves on the ground were damp, and the treckles of snow fell from the grey skies. They slowly began to create a layer of white around his hooves. Hmmm. You interested in a home, M'lady? He said, cutting to the chase because he figured she didn't want to just stand there forever while the winter engulfed their bods so they would freeze to death. Well, maybe it wouldn't be quite that dramatic, but it would be close.
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