Let the STARDUST fall }} Snow (open)

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The ebony pelt of snow, obviously not named for her contrasted pelt; Snow lead a balanced canter into the Terra. Legions of emerald razors reached towards her in the crisp, chilled air. Spring was in the air, and melted traces of frozen ice clippings lay waste on the grounds. Her sable limbs stretched forward, and receded. Balanced tiara shook to the side, clearing natural braids twisted into her mane. The rusted edges stood paled against her midnight pelt. Like the moon giving silver to the nights air. The emerald blades beneath her, held no war against her, no chance of survival against her weapons. The wounded flung into the air with carelessness. Dreads flicked the air impatience upon the scenery. it's beauty, if it had no equines speckled over the lands would be something that snow could long for, it'd be easy to send time in these land, only the population would trouble the sable island pony. She was not worried by the silvery light of the Luna, fresh from the day. Letting the sun give its light to another land. She knew well enough that only stags went 'bump' in the night, yet she had experienced mares trying, and may she ad flailing, to copy the stag supposed terror.

Snow stood calmly off to the side, her pelt was criss crossed with with the cookie cutter shapes of nude reaching branches. Trying vainly to conceal her figurine. tinsel spilled across the branches making all the stronger the criss crossing pattern of branches.

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Centibo approached the land at a steady but pounding gallop. All sounds drained from his ears and was filled with the rythimic beating of hooves and his breathing. He closed his eyes and continued on, his long pillars aching for release as they covered even more miles.

Finally, he opened his eyes and slid to a stop, smelling and hearing another prescence. He tuned into it and figured it was a vix. He let his senses guide him and finally he caught site of her. He trotted grandly over, his head high and tail extended, and stopped several yards before her, bowing low.

"Ello, dear, I am Centibo, what's your cursing?" he asked smoothly, smiling warmly at her as he rose and listened intently.

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Snow was brushing her own pelt, removing little bits and pieces of debris hen another voice surprised her. She jumped slightly, and turned towards the voice. " Err, Hello. . . Centibo, my signature is Snow." Her amber optics were hidden by her twisted forelock. She had watched him bow gracefully towards he, and was surprised by this action. Usually the stags just pasted her by, or just ignored her plain and simple. Though usually she was to small to be noticed, or just to young to be dealt with. She wasn't very old after all. Wasn't very experienced. So rather awkwardly she turned to face centibo, and bowed herself. It wasn't a graceful bow, like the one he preformed, rather just her placing her head better her adjacent limbs.

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Centibo smiled and inclined his head.

"And what brings you here? Don't you have a herd?" he inquired kindly. He watched her carefully and thought about whether or not she had a herd. If not, he would most likely claim her. He needed members for the herd and she seemed appropriate. He watched her actions carefully and stomped his foot. Flicking his whipcord, audits swiveling, he listened intently for her answer, his eyes burning into hers.

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