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Post by tainted on Apr 16, 2009 16:48:37 GMT -5
OOC: My RPing's off. Sorry!
IC:
Bay body dancing, moving fluidly on delicate black hooves. Chocolate radars swiveled back and forth, catching all sounds; the birds chirped and nearby water babbled quietly. Dark marbles flicked back and forth, catching her surroundings. Ebony banner and dreads caught the wind as they moved, waving slightly. Lean muscles worked over the fem's sleek compacted body, rippling under the shiny chocolate hide.
The trees whispered her name, cursing the fem. Tainted. She'd roamed the island for four years before being claimed. The donna wasn't sure if she;d meant to be claimed, but she'd fallen under the spell of the midnight-black stag. The sun'd faded away as they danced, falling under eachother's spell. Now they were on their way to his land, to meet the herd. Maybe she should be nervous, but she wasn't. Any challenges would get a surprise. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 18, 2009 10:48:56 GMT -5
The stag came further back behind the vixen, his feathered pillars hardly making a sound. "How do you like it m'love?" he asked gently, touching her mug delicatly. Ruby optics stared into her dark optics. It was so hard to keep him self from mounting the beautiful damsel. "M'love, don't be worrysome." the midnight black stag walked a few feet away from Tainted and sounded his bugle.. [/size][/right] |
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Post by Vel on Apr 18, 2009 12:18:28 GMT -5
Masquerade
You better hide your face.
The ebony hued stag's crown shot u pat the call of his leader. With a huff, Masquerade turned around and proceeded to trot off in the direction of Quixtant's call. What could it be this time? A battle? A herd meeting? A new member? all the possiblitlities ran through his mind.
When he finally arrived, he saw that it was, in fact, a new herd member. Masquerade slowed his pace and nodded to his leader and to the new member. "You called?" he said in a low, dark tone..
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Post by tainted on Apr 23, 2009 6:52:53 GMT -5
Fem's chocolate ears swiveled at the voice of her love. "Tis beautiful, Quixtant." Lean muscled rippled under the shiny pelt as she stopped, and touched his mug to her own. His ruby eyes stared deep into hers and she experssed that softly with a sing-song nicker, bruching her nares against his crest. With a dark laugh, she whispered, "There's nothing to be worrysome about with you here." He walked away, so she stayed put, wondering his intentions; he let out a call, presumably to his herd. Shaking black dreads, she raised her head. Another ebony stallion appeared, and then lowered his head. For now she kept her maw silent, unsure of thisstag;s rank within the herd. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 23, 2009 16:03:54 GMT -5
post coming later when Toxic's muse is back.
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Post by Innocence on May 13, 2009 17:29:02 GMT -5
I am quitting RPing for a couple months, possibly altogether. Sorry..
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