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Post by bubz on Sept 7, 2009 13:31:20 GMT -5
Avielle [/size][/color] Her slow pacings brought her steadily deeper into the foliage above, as she moved across the territory. She gave a soft snort, her tassels behind her petite frame flicking from side to side, matching the rhythm of her beating heart softly. Each step she conjured, made little noise, just the soft thudding of her hooves on the mossy earth below. Now in a better state of mind, and her bodice alot warmer, she seemed to be calmer. Her aura was flooded with purity, and she held a sense of grace about herself. Her emerald irises gazed about, taking in all around, whilst she continued to stride through the forest that surrounded her frame.
Becoming a little bored of lonliness, the femme released a tender whicker, pawing at the earth and soil, before taking a gentle leap into a 3beated rhythm, and swiftly making her way through the undergrowth, popping neatly over fallen branches, and holes within the earth. She seemed to make it all look effortless, as they memoriless fae swept through the tree's, leaving a sweet scent of her own in her path. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 8, 2009 1:31:59 GMT -5
A large yearling was grazing on the grasses of Bella Velle considering whether or not to give up on today’s pursuit for new members and head back home. Perhaps, it was a good thing he did not give up. Orpheus’s crown shot up from the ground where he was nibbling at the undergrowth when the blur of a moving equine crossed his icy gaze. The young stag took off in pursuit of the mare. He turned a few corners so that his path would cross into hers. Skidding to a halt, the colt stood in her path, curious on how quickly the delicate essa could halt that pretty trot.
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Post by bubz on Sept 8, 2009 10:30:21 GMT -5
Avielle The femme skittered to a halt as the stag came into view. Snorting slightly, she gazed at him, unsure of whether to flee or speak. Shifting her weight slightly, her orbs flickering from him to the terrain below. Releasing a quiet grunt, as she turned back to watch him, and parting her kissers, she spoke, a melodic toning to her vocals, 'Greetings. You seem to be covering my path, stag. What can I do to help?'
Softly swaying her ebony tassels behind her frame, Avielle watched him with curiosity. He didnt seem the vicous type, but she could never be completely sure with stallions, they were too unpredictable. [/size] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 11, 2009 3:54:00 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Orpheus quirked a brow as the essa stated the obvious. A small smirk arched his lips as he made a dry reply, “it appears I am.” With a quick snort, the young stallion poked his crown forward, “do you have a problem with that?” His ear quirked forward as he waited for the mare to give him a reply. As he awaited her retort, his icy blue orbs searched her body with curiosity. She was a fine built mare – a good addition to his herd, perhaps?°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° word-count; ; [86] ' O°C | | I might not reply for a day or two after this one. I have an outpatient surgery tomorrow but might be zonked out on pain meds for a few days![/size] |
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