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Post by swift on Jun 19, 2009 3:04:17 GMT -5
The Golden overo pranced into the lands. She picked her hooves up delicatly as if they were glass. She lowered her head then tossed if high into the air, her forelock brushing back into her flowing mane. Dual colored eyes looked over the land. She snorted letting out a whinny. Flicking her sugary tail up onto her back she moved into a canter, going farther into the claiming lands of Isola Dei Dei.
She finally slowed to a halt in the middle of the Belle Valle. Snorting she lowered her head to the ground to take a nip at the lushious green grass, her forelock moving back into place covering her dual colored eyes. The mare was of nuetral alliance, so she was curious to see what kind of stallion would come to get her.
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Post by Magic on Jul 16, 2009 15:29:13 GMT -5
Magic
Compelled by a spell. Black magic.
The mulit-coloured paint essa trotted loftily into Belle Valle, her bright saphire eyes peeled for any sign of equine. She had been told to go and find herd members, and so this was what she had planned. Her thick banner flicked upwards, downwards, sideways, and all around, blindly searching for the few pesky flies teetering on her rump. Summer was a month of dry heat, but now with autumn, things were quickly cooling off. But to no avail, the weather hadn't yet killed all of the insects.
Lifting her crown, the Goddess snapped back to life and searched for any four-legged, whinnying mammals. Not too far off was the picture of a flaxen over standing in the tall flora. Magic nickered audibly to the vixen and walked further. Once at a good speaking distance the painted nymph spoke out, "Greetings maiden. I am Magic, beta of a herd not far from here. If my assumption is correct, then may I be so bold as to ask you to join me home?" Yes, she'd been quick to ask the question, but what's wrong with cutting the chit-chat and getting on with the real business? Nothing at all, is the answer. So she waited for a reply, patiently. |
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