[For Swifty] I'm not scared of you

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Ivory
I Have No Fears
Angels Follow Me Wherever I may Go
I'll Live This Life
Until This Life Won't Let Me Live Here Anymore

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The mare stood there in the night.You could see her if you looked hard enough. She exhaled some carbon dioxide into the then gasped for oxygen to keep her alive. Wasn't it? Or was it the fact of love? She had never loved a male. No even her Dad. Least to say she was disowned by her father. She would take the greatest precautions to find a love that was right for her.

Some would call her an emotional basket case. Others say she holds to much in. She didn't care what you called her. Her father hated her and said all these mean things about her. So she learned quick not to take anything personally. Now her spirit cant be broken Not even cracked. She wasn't sure about finding a love after her dad had treated her. She knew not every person was like that, she wasn't positive.

The winds cracked through the trees. The mare stood still watching her surroundings. She wasn't sure if she would run while she could or stay and see what would happen. She faced herself and stood there brave. She trembled with fear. It was dark, she was cold. She snorted and waited for a reply. Her dreads rippled in teh wind. She danced turning to the right and left. She listened to the rucuss that all the other made. she arched her nape and tossed her dial in the cold motion-less air. She couldn't wait. Nothing seemed right to her. She was strong and she would show it. But, would you see the other side?


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P i l o t

Black form entered the land. His tail trailed along the ground behind him. His mane fell fast his knees, and his forelock long past the tip of his nose. He arched his Neck and pranced in, feeling like showing off some. He then lifted his head to catch the scent of a mare. His nostrils flared and he let out a whinny, bursting into a rocking canter to get closer to the mare.

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Ivory smelt another head into the lands. It was of male descent. Her mug wrinkled at this. She knew he was here for her. You can't blame him for doing this. She walked in here on her own. She didn't know if it was Out of her own spite or curiosity. In the long run, she ended up here. She blew through her kissers. Anxiety ran through her body. Her nerves shook. Adrenaline pumped through her massive figure. She tossed her dial. Letting the dreads be propelled into the emptiness of space. She could run and get this all over with but something was telling her to stay.

His call rang through her auds. He seemed friendly enough. This thought was easy corrupted by her father. He would appear friendly was, he was far from it. Ivory flinched again at the pain it sent through her body. She held so much. It was a wonder she was so well put together. Her beauty was breath taking. Her optics were dumbed at the moment for the curiosity of another. HE two sided nagged at each other. Run. Stand. Flee Stay. She would have to get over this. One day she knew she would. She wasn't going to force herself into something she didn't want. Or was she. That would contradict why she was here. She knew she had to stand strong. So Standing Is what she did. She waited for the figure to come into full view.




OCC: Sure If you want to try out your new stag you can.

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His black pillars moved him closer to her. He was excited, nostrils flaring taking in the scent of the mare. His blue eyes finally spotted her. He turned and pranced over to her, neck arched, head tossing slightly up and down. "ello fae" He said in sickening sweet lyrics.

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The silver grullo watched tentivily at the black stag and the vixen. Her chocolate pools watching interestingly. She approached and snorted at the stag. Her chocolate optics glared at him.

"Ello." she mimicked. Her optics rolled. A true dark indeed. "Curse me Thrylos Aduie, Thrylos for short." she hissed at him. Her tiara turned and she looked at Ivory. "Hello. I'm Thrylos."

The vixen was rarely friendly to stags, on this ocasion, she wasn't. Her kissers turned into a smile. Snow flakes dropped on her silver pelt. The mustang's ebony dreads tossed as she pranced in place. Her small ivory hooves picked up and down as she did. The silver lithe form bounced up and down as she pranced.....[/size]

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PIlot watched the new mare with intrest now there were two. He smiled and listened intintivly (bigword) to her lyrics. " Well, welcome Medaliéte Kajary, I am Pilot." He said then looked back to the other mare " what is your name my dear?" A smile played his face as the greyish one pranced in place. She seemed to have alot of spirit.

ooc//excuse the crappy post.