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Post by .r e e d. on Jan 13, 2009 16:29:14 GMT -5
Everyone post once. I want the ranks in order, if someone doesn't post in a week, the next one can post and they'll have to wait till everyone else has posted.
//;In Order;\\
Quixtant
TightRope
Masquerade &
Jigsaw
Jeannie &
Champagne
And then who ever posts after this..[/font][/color]
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Post by .r e e d. on Jan 18, 2009 19:32:50 GMT -5
;The Evil God; [[Fear His Rath.. [/left] The stag called from his rock, impatiant vocals intruded his melody. His gaze softened. Where was his love? Another angry impatiant bello violated the warm air. "Herd meeting at ONCE. All members here!" he had one misfortune, patiants. He was very impatiant for others, and rarely forgiving. He whuffled to his Goddess, wondering where the hell she was... [/font][/color][/right] |
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Post by Wildfire on Feb 3, 2009 20:38:13 GMT -5
Artemis
Hooves thundered in the distance as the mare and her filly approached the booming Quixtant. Orbs scanned the lands before her, not a single other had shown up yet. Not even his mate, who had to be hugely pregnant by now with the twins, or she may have even given birth. She kept her pace slow so that Stella could follow close beside her. Reaching the area where he stood, she paused, bowed her dome, and waited for the meeting to begin. Thoughts still churning from what Quixtant had advised her before. She wouldn’t be involved with Masquerade again. Jeannie could have him all to her whorish self. A low snort emitted from her nares, but it was almost inaudible. Stance relaxed a bit and her harks swiveled around, attempting to catch the sound of another’s hoofbeats, the sign that the meeting would begin soon. Stella Stella followed easily beside her mother. She was getting the hang of this galloping business and felt rather proud of herself. Bodice gave a slight buck and she landed firmly on the ground, not toppling over like the last time. Confidence only increased at this result. She approached the meeting spot with a wide grin displayed on her kissers. When her mother paused, so did she. Having not eaten in a couple hours, her maw drifted down her mother’s barrel towards her milk supply, sucking on her pouch. Banner flicked back and forth as if willing it to grow as long as her mother’s silken locks. Finished, she pulled away from her mother’s underside and drifted slowly away, but keeping enough distance between them so that she could run back to her mother should something scare her. Nares took in the sweet scent of the flowers, blooming on the ground. Ivories explored the taste of the emeralds that her mother was so fond of, but she found more pleasure in her milk. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 3, 2009 21:45:23 GMT -5
Jeannie In A Bottle [/right][/color] The vixen came prancing up with her foals shortly behind. Her striped pillars up and down happily. A smirk was shot to Artemis as she pranced up to her rock and placed herself proudly down, laying down in a ball. Her roaned pelt shining, mixed with Masquerade's from their recent affair. Some white spots still stuck on her haunches showable. She made sure that Artemis got a full look. Masquerade should be shortly behind her... [/color][/font]||||______________________________________________________|||| Champ agne[/left][/size][/color] The yearling followed shortly after her dam, wondering what happened after her sibling and herself went to play. Shrugging that question off, she snorted. She saw Stella remembering what happened earlier, she trotted over to apolagize....[/font][/center] |
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Post by Wildfire on Feb 3, 2009 21:57:25 GMT -5
Artemis
Artemis snorted a little bit louder as the whore trotted in, displaying her disgusting bodice for all to see. What a little slut. She thought to herself, but refused to be angered by her display. A smirk was placed on her kissers as she glanced in Jeannie’s direction. The terrible condition of her coat made her look like a pig. At least she had the decency to clean herself off after such an event. Shoulders shrugged and she glanced away, feeling better about herself than she had in a long time. The whore would get what was coming to her. Allowing herself to forget everything for the time being, she turned toward where one of Jeannie’s foals had approached Stella. Orbs stayed focused on the pair, ready to intervene if necessary, but she hoped that the little one hadn’t learned to be too much like her mother already. Stella Her play stopped suddenly as another foal came wandering over in her direction. Orbs glanced quickly to her mother and then back to the foal, whom she recognized from before. The one with that evil witch of an essa that had been rude to her mother. Judgement was passed onto the foal for one quick moment, but she dismissed it, deciding that she would wait to see what the foal did before she would strike out. Obviously her self control had come from her mother. She was not fool and could guess easily enough that her father hadn’t been able to control himself with that thing. Stance was somewhat ready to bolt to her mother, but she remained where she was, waiting for the other to say something. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 3, 2009 22:08:02 GMT -5
The yearling tilted her tiara with a confused expression. "Hi. I'm Champagne. Sorry about earlier, Mommy acted naughty so I did. I do everything she does. Mommy doesn't like your Mommy because she thinks your mommy is tying to take Daddy...." she looked at her. "Wanna be friends and play?" she asked. A friendly little filly....[/color][/font]
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Post by Wildfire on Feb 6, 2009 21:59:57 GMT -5
Stella The fillly's vocals filled her auds, introducing herself as Champagne. Quite a mouthful for her, seeing as she was only a couple weeks old. Stella nodded at her appology, replying with her young lyri, Thanks. I understand how you feel. And I'm Stella by the way. Champagne's offer of friendship sounded wonderful to the filly. She hadn't really met any others her age and they could be great friends. A sudden thought came to her. Wait, does that make you my half sister then? Smallish dome cocked to one side peering at her. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 6, 2009 22:09:26 GMT -5
The yearling smiled, low whuffle emitted from her vocals. "YES!!! IT DOES!!! I HAVE A SISSY!!" she squealed happily, running toher and hugging her, in a horsish way...
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