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Post by 7chickaa7 on Mar 11, 2009 23:28:05 GMT -5
I'll be Adumbrate, then... Name: Adumbrate Breed: Thoroughbred xXx Fresian Gender: Male Age: 7 Height: 17.3hh Coat Colour: A creamy off-white. Mane Colour: A sheeny gray, almost metallic, in a sense. Tail Colour: A sheeny gray, almost metallic, in a sense. Eye Colour: Deep black, but burning and still alive. Markings: None. Image: None Alliance: Dark Who would you like to be?  |
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Post by Vel on Mar 12, 2009 18:42:54 GMT -5
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Post by Vel on Mar 14, 2009 17:42:41 GMT -5
Karma
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the good and the bad The multi-coloured vixen trotted into the lands, once again on her own. The mare had forst been shipwrecked on this island all alone. After the horror of that she had met a wonderful, friendly stag by the name of Bogie, then she had gotten seperated from him. She was held captive by a dark herd for a few months and then she escaped only to be alone once again. She had hopes of finding Bogie once again so the could continue wandering together, talking and just having a brilliant time. But she knew the chances of that were slim. This island was so large, and she had no clue where she was. The only part of the isle she actually knew was Belle Valle, the main claiming grounds where most sensable homeless mares and stags waited to be plucked up by horses with herds and lands. Maybe she could find her way back there. But, that too was unlikely. For she was probably miles and miles away from there. She'd get there eventually though.
The stone, ebony and ivory fae sighed to herself and broke into a jog, he crown hanging low, relaxed. She moved along the wooded land, looking for the sign of any horse. After a few minutes of jogging and not finding any one, she halted by a stream. It looked nice. She bobbed her crown and moved her stock horse bodice into the cool water, dipping her maw into the clear liquid. Maybe if she stayed here for a bit, some one would find her. |
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Mar 16, 2009 19:05:13 GMT -5
Adumbrate pranced into the land, and almost immediately spotted a dark ebony fae. A naughty smile crossed kissers as he came up to her.
"Ello, deary," he spoke, his evil grin still stretching his soft lips. He breathed onto her spine coldly. "Now what would a beautiful dear like you be doin heya alone?" he asked with his strange accent. [/b][/size] --no muse |
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Post by Vel on Mar 17, 2009 18:56:06 GMT -5
The spotted vixen turned her crown at the sound of a voice and the feel of hot breath on her back. Standing there was a handsome ivory stag with mettalic looking banners and black as coal orbs. She saw a smirk plastered on his maw. Her auds flicked as he asked her what she was doing out in the lands all alone. His vocals had an odd accent to them. She couldn't quite place where he was from.
"Howdy." she said rather cautiously, her vocals heavy with a southern American accent. She flicked her colouful banner, making it lightly bat his hindquarters. It took her a minute, but she figured that she had to be in the breeding grounds. This wasn't good. Or was it? Maybe she could use a little fun. When was the last time she had fun? She couldn't even remember. She figured that it had to be when she was still living in Alabama at the horse ranch that was now just a memory. "Depends." she said, answering his question. "Why d'you wanna kno' anyways?" she drawled out.
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Mar 18, 2009 15:28:53 GMT -5
Adumbrate chuckled, the evil laugh making other couples look at him like he was a freak. He sent them back icey glares, causing them to return to their fun.
"Ahh, m'dear, of course the flower wants the bee," he said, using one of his many metaphors to put off answering something.
He began circling her, nosing under her tail, breathing in the scent of her folds...
"Now, m'dear, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," he hissed along her spine... [/b][/size] |
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Post by Vel on Apr 10, 2009 13:18:22 GMT -5
"So y'callin' yourself the flower then?" she questioned after his odd little metaphor. She wondered why he would refer to himself as the flower and not the bee. Maybe he was saying something about himself without knowing it. Most other stags would have said 'Of course the bee wants the flower.' This was something to think on. Karma may not look, and sound like the type to be intelligent, but she was rather smart.
She watched him with her chocolate optics as he began making cirlces around her. She flattened her auds a bit at the sudden touch of his velvet nose on her delicate folds. She clamped her banner down on herself as he continued to orbit her. Of course she wanted some fun, but she wasn't to sure about this certain stag. "Depends what your 'hard way' is." she answered with a smirk after thinking about it for a few moments.
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