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Post by awoken on Dec 25, 2008 20:35:19 GMT -5
Dala bobbed her head as she entered the calm land. She nickered softly and remembered how she at her other land in like a whole other world was forced to bred by her leader. He was a stricked unkind horse. She knew she couldnt act like herself around him. She could not love or feel. He did not care that it hurt.
But now she could love. Dala looked around again at the land and through her head up to smell the air. She closed her eyes. It smelt like life and one of those good smells.Her instinct was right, this was a nice place.
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Post by sink on Dec 26, 2008 20:40:38 GMT -5
Symos stepped forward his brindled pelt gave camouflage against the cool wintry air, each step misting the snow into the air to settle back down again in a stirred place. The heated scent of vixens, and the scent of seamen mingled to create a 'sex' smell. This was the whore lands,no doubt as some couples came together, most were forced, yet their were a few remarkable pairs that weren't forced. He looked around for a vixen, a lonely vixen, that he could pursue, and chance granted his opportunity.
"Hello Dovey. What perchance is thy callings? Are they true and lovely?" his tones, light and airy mocked foregoings of adorations. Was that his goal? To adore bitches of the equine world? Things like that would be taken note of right away, and never replied too.
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Post by awoken on Jan 11, 2009 17:57:32 GMT -5
Dala looked around she thought she had heard something. Her fur warm and wanting a herd to be in one. She flickered her tail. She had waited for a while wanting something she may never get. He blue eyes looked into the sky she breathed in and out the warm air that came out of her nosterls came into a cloud of colder air. She lifted her tail then dropped it dramaticlly. She heard someone talking behind her. she turned and smiled to hear someones voice. " Hello. I would like a heard and to be in land. possibly with you." Dala smiled and turned her back to him and nickerd. " Are your intensions good to?"
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Post by sink on Jan 24, 2009 1:40:19 GMT -5
Symos Laughed a deep laugh, it scratched the air, grating it. The warm air that escaped his mouth froze at the tips of his whiskers, causing little iciles to form. " Does it matter?" he called, dropping octaves in his voice to make it huskier.
" I can garentee a spot in my herd. Though will you live up to my expectations?"
He aproached her know, steping closer to her side. " We can have some fun, for know." he whispered to her. Touching her warm pelt with his frozen maw.
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