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Post by dustfingerstalker on Nov 11, 2008 18:52:10 GMT -5
A Lofty Black Stallion Swept A Gaze Over The Herd That Stood, Grazing, Under Him. His Mare Stood Next To Him, Admirng The Land With Large eyes, Like A Young Filly. Her Eyes Were The Most Beautiful Warrior Had Ever Seen, Though He Never Told her. They Were Large, Courious, Warm, And Unreadable At The Same Time, They Were Thickley Lashed And Enchanting. Warrior Shook His Head, Blinking, And Focusing On What Was Really Important At The moment. He Nudged Primrose And Picked Up A Trot Towards A Stallion With A Commanding Aura To Him. Rose Followed As If In A Daze.
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Post by Vel on Nov 11, 2008 19:33:18 GMT -5
The ebony stag grazed alone in his land. The other herd members were off on their own, wandering about this wonderful land. His refined crown lifted when he caught the scent of a new equine. Wait. Two new equines. His audits perked as the thought of intruders came to his mind. With all this war, they might be spies or troops from one of the warring herds. Lassan shook his skull and tried to think that they were wanderers or two equines looking for a new home.
He picked up a trot as he went to seek them out. As he got closer, he could now tell that one of them was a stag, and the other a vixen. He broke into a canter, his obsidian Arab banner held up behind him, as his large nares flared. When he could see their forms, he slowed to a fast paced trot, nearing them very quickly. He halted a distance away from them and called out "Helo?"
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