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Post by [Masque];; on Nov 19, 2006 11:53:26 GMT -5
The war was a hoax, just as the other one had been. No one dared to attack on the other side. Each equine in the fields cared of their ownselves more than the survival of their race. Taking part in the war now, would be a waist of time. Masque, the black and white femmora, walked siletly though the fimmilair lands. Enchanting blue orbs slid in their sockets as she observed the other mares. Stallions went for the week ones first, just so that they could gaurintee a mare in their empty lands. Velvit lips curved into a smirk as she walked. Her stride was classy and somewhat lady like. Everymovment she made held pride.
The mare had been though a lot. Loosing her love, being intrusted with power if the king died and even being horrably burned. It has been a year since that accident but the pain still sizzled deep in the pit of her black soul. Her movement ceased benith a tree, the gray sky engulphing the field in darkness. It was muggy, for the suns heat still came though. The towering clouds where accompanied with wind. Perfect weather, in Masques eyes.
Unlike most other equine, this one stood quiet. Some of her wanted to find someone, but a greater part didn't. If some stallion came to claim her- she would test him. Only a truly Dark Knight would she go with.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 23, 2006 12:47:48 GMT -5
Spook
With a stedy beat he loped in and around the lands. He smelled the fresh pine and the sap that dripped slowly off the trees. He let his wingless body flow over into the lands, that had mixed smells of other broncs as him and wrenches that seemed all to be light. Then he saw the painted minx looking furious at everything. Defenatly dark looking, but would she be really that dark? He walked up to the black an white painted ess with dilagence. He let his ears lace back loosly but not too loose. His musclui body tensed to show his muscles that ripped through his pelt. His eyes were a choclaty brown, as the same as his Mahogany bay structure. His black thrimed hawks kicked up into a buck of mishave. He approched the mare with his head tucked in so that his chin bobbed his broad shoulds with each step. His long black dreadlocks draped over his creased neck with their stands falling all into a flat place. He looked at the wreched minx with integrity. He dipped his head for a moment but it snapped up quickly. He laced his ears back and clapped his teeth once in warning.Then he let his deep lyics depart from his tones.Spook, and you. wrench?
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Post by [Masque];; on Nov 23, 2006 19:14:06 GMT -5
Sapphire jewls shifted in their sockets, as the tennor tones where released into the world. The femmora's auditicys fell back onto her charchole poll. The femmora did not bow to this being, she meirly looked at him. Deep eyes stared into his, as if she was peering into his soul. A poser, was what she thought at first. But, maybe not.
Mug opened wide as harsh alto tones flowed though the cool Autmn air. Mystery of Masquerade. Lady Masquerade, to you brute. Here was the test. He would either call her wench of Lady Masquerade. Smiling slyly she shifted her body. This spook, Charater, tried to make her intimidated. Auds hug casualy at the side, as she looked from his eyes to the sky. She was trying to get him frustrated with her. Another, test, ofcourse. Would he still stay although she may agrvate him a bit? Or will he get frustrated and leave?
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 23, 2006 19:34:15 GMT -5
The jock exhauled the carbon from his lungs. His deep peltage shone brightly but his visions were full of flames. He had a mystirous tone to himself and he expressed it quite well, in his state of mind. He glance looking at her painted frame. The femine was quite appealing and was dark, but she did have her rules. But he also had his, and quite frankly her little games, he didn't care to play.
Spook inhauled the oxygen that surronded him and he spoke with the tone of ice and heartless. Well, Lady Masquerade............ He spoke harshly, not really caring what to say. He rolled his visions in his sockets but looked at the wrench with integroity. He gently smirked. For the mystery was in them both.
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