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Post by echoingsilence on Apr 17, 2009 22:50:36 GMT -5
A red mare slowly trotted into the clearing. She raised her head and scanned the area. She had been restless and irritable lately and couldn't figure out why. Than yesterday it hit her. She was lonely and she wanted any form of companionship. She decided that the breeding grounds were the best place. Maybe a stallion would mate with her and keep her in his herd as a broodmare maybe. But If not she would make sure that the result of the breeding was a foal.
She looked around nervously. She had never done this in her life and didn't know what to expect or do. She raised her head and whinnied.
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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 18, 2009 10:51:35 GMT -5
Ebony pillars pounded on the mucky earth. The mud grumbled and sucked at his hooves. His nares flared, he smirked as he saw an essa alone. Quixtant trotted up to her. "Well well well. What do we have here? A little bitch all alone? Not for long." he smirked and ra his maw across her back. He was much taller than her, no trouble at all. His ivories nipped at her side, drawing the crimson he loved to see. The ebony nosed around her flank, and underneath her tail. His red ribbon poked out, and stroked her flower. He withdrew his muzzle ad went back to her face... [/size][/right] |
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Post by echoingsilence on Apr 18, 2009 11:54:25 GMT -5
She swung around to look at the stag. She tried not to smile that someone came. She gasped when he bit her, and could feel her blood trickle down her side. She had a feeling he was not a good guy. She shivered as touched her. Yes I am all alone. My name is Echo, may I know yours. She looked up at him, she had never felt so small before.
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Post by camino on Apr 20, 2009 13:33:14 GMT -5
Carzeth. [/b] The large, baroque breed of stag galloped out of the bushes, as if to the rescue. His eyes, hidden by his forelock, brimmed with fury at Quixtant. He smirked, remebering all that stag ever did him. HE took HIS herd! It would end NOW. And he wanted that mare, to.
Prancing over to Quixtant, he practically laughed. So, we meet again. See you haven't changed. He got up in Quixtant's face, smelling his foul breath. Maybe that's a bad thing, bud. Turning, so his rump was right in his face, he smiled. Kiss my ass. Bite me. He said, before looking at the mare.
This is not where you belong. He told her, darkness soothing off his words. His voice, his looks, his wit, it was enough to drive a mare full-blown crazy.[/color][/center] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 20, 2009 16:02:35 GMT -5
Fine. Have her. I don't give a fuck anymore!
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Post by echoingsilence on Apr 20, 2009 16:38:22 GMT -5
Echo watched the exchange between the two stallions silently. She didn't quite know what to do? She didn't know what to say to the other stallion either. He was very angry at the other stallion and she wondered why? Tossing back her head she answered And where should I be?" He was very handsome and his voice was like velvet. She had never seen a horse like him.
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Post by camino on Apr 20, 2009 16:43:23 GMT -5
Tox...I was gonna let Quixtant have her...
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