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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 18, 2009 8:05:50 GMT -5
Ears on his neck, the tabino's ears went foward as Fiana replied to her name. 'yes fiana?' Rough, scratchy vocals sounding from the stag. Ayven snorted softly. What was done, was done. Fiana was through with him. Ayven didn't even know why he was still here. Shaking his cranium, he trotted back to the end of the group, tail slapping at his hocks.. [/font][/blockquote] Muse` Not good.
Note` I'm not that happy with this post.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 19, 2009 15:28:25 GMT -5
Fiana
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&Bullet °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Fiana nuzzled Torchwood’s neck gently as she felt him move closer to her. She knew that he was uneasy about Ayven, and she wished there was some way that she could comfort him more. At the same time, she knew Ayven was not likely in the best feelings over all of this either, but it was a good sign that he had shown up. She had been afraid that he might leave. She didn’t understand why that scared her so much, it just did.
Anil smiled as Phantom took his side. He tapped her shoulder gently with his maw, whuffling a greeting to his lead warrior. As she spoke to Rosabella, his smile inched a bit bigger. He was happy to see that Phantom was taking to the mare. His ears flicked forward and his tail slapped the air behind him nearly looking like a puppy wagging its tail.
Fiana cleared her throat as she looked over the assembled group. A majority of the herd was there. Only a few members missing, Destiny, Memphis, Risque, and Firestar. She hoped they were all alright, but her whole herd was going to be in danger soon, so she must proceed. “The Zunden,” she began, “are planning an attack on our herd. A flock of ravens heard this on patrol of their homelands. Unfortunately, the ravens suffered causalities on this mission and had to flee before any more information was received. The birds will continue patrolling the Fire herds lands, but they must remain high in the air and out of the herd’s powers reach. With that said, they most likely will not be able to hear the herd’s words. Instead, they will be watching for movement. There will always be a flock patrolling the Fire herd, but, also, some of the birds will continue their normal patrol patterns to make sure no other herds plan an attack.” Glancing down at her foals, Fiana remained silent for a moment. Soon, her crown rose again, “I will be appointing a new babysitter to remain on the babysitting plateau and guard my foals. Are there any who volunteer? This is an essential position in case a fight breaks out. Next, I ask if any horses want to join the warrior ranks? All of us will be involved in battle if it breaks out, but the warriors will make the plans for our attack and carry the front line.”°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° This is your darkest dream
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Post by .r e e d. on Jun 19, 2009 16:04:37 GMT -5
Ayven [/color][/font][/right] What she said next made the stag's ears prick. Warriors? 'i, fiana, i would gladly be a warrior.' Ayven's ears foward, he listened closely. White and black legs picked up as he carried himself a bit closer to the front, looking to Fiana.. [/font][/blockquote] she broke his heart.. he spent his whole life tryin' to forget.. [/size][/color][/right][/font] Muse` Eh..
Song` Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisley
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Post by camino on Jun 19, 2009 16:28:36 GMT -5
Rosabella When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell..[/center] The rebellouis brindle ignored Phantom, giving her a slight nod and a pathetic excuse for a smile. After all, she still slightly envied Phantom for having Lead Warrior postion. But she would prove her rightfulness to the postion soon enough. She looked at Anil, and almost laughed. He was soo peppy.
The brindle perked her audets when Fiana mentioned open warrior ranks. But she kept her maw shut. She was concentrating on gaining the herds trust. She knew she deserved nary a rank at all. Sighing, she looked at other members, waiting to see there responses to her. Her thoughts wandered to Masquarde. She still loved him, of course. And she was worried that he would not survive. His herd was not well organized liek Fiana's. She kept hers structered. She wished he would come to his senses and leave that hell hole and live with her. She let her thoughts stray to him...
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Post by sarahjane on Jun 20, 2009 10:12:52 GMT -5
Dead Poet
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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
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The roan watched quietly as more herd members filed in. She looked behind her to the branches of a low tree when she heard the cawing of crows. She inched closer to the tree while still keeping an eye on Fiana. She haslted when she felt the bark of the tree on her rump. She turned her head to see her raven friends sitting there looking at her. "You two want to hear the meeting too? I'm sure you can't hear it from all the way back here." she said, looking to both of them. The two looked at one another for a moment, befpre Heidi spoke up and said 'Well, yes, we kinda do pony.' Poet smiled at her and said "Hop on." With that the two ebony birds landed on her withers as she proceeded to walk back into the groupf of gathered equines.
Poet watched the meeting with intensity as Fiana started to speak. So warrior positions were open. She always did want to be a warrior, but Fiana needed her foals to be watched as well. There would always be warriors, right? Why not step up Poet. she thought. You may be quiet, but you are strong and you can help them out. The little blue roan cleared her throat and said "Fiana, I would be honoured to accept the position of babysitter." |
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Post by Magic on Jun 20, 2009 18:59:16 GMT -5
Let the floods cross the distance in your eyesThe flaxen nymph had been looking dazedly out at the mountains for an immense part of the start of the meeting. She had seen the rest of the herd file in and make small-talk while they waited for Fiana to speak. Yet, she wasn‘t in the mood to join them. She hadn‘t been in “The Mood“ to do anything, so this wasn‘t much of a surprise to herself. Sighing lightly, Amorette looked over to her ebony Lead mare, and blond Lead stag. What was to make of them? Fiana seemed visibly torn in between her true mate, and the other brute. Ayven. Now that she reviewed him, he looked a fair bit like herself. In that moment, though, she could see that they were a long-shot away from similar when it came to personality traits.
Swallowing, she glanced around and saw Rosabella. Oh goody! The rebel of a mare had returned, and seemed to have bonded with that one patron… Anil, was it? Yes. Maybe she had had enough of wherever she had last lived-possibly in Belle Valle, knowing her- and came back to get sick of this place, again.
Amorette frowned to herself, immediately taking back her last thoughts. She shouldn‘t be so rough on the essa. No, she shouldn’t be so rough on everything that she did or saw. Maybe Rosabella came back in search of a new start. Anil might be the one to guide her, and that would be a good thing. Shaking her coat off, she let some dust scatter, and allowed a small smile to show. It wasn‘t like that one take would fix her in an instant, but she‘d let herself enjoy life for the time being. At least.Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
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Post by Vel on Jun 22, 2009 21:37:06 GMT -5
Masquerade The masked stag had followed Rosabella's directions, and had fortunatly ended up in the right place, Terra de Rocas. The stag was ready to start new. He was no longer the bad boy, the player, the cold-hearted killer. He had changed. He didn't like those ways anymore and actually wanted to be a part of soething. He never would have realised if, if it wasn't for Rosabella, the beautiful brindled vixen, leaving him. That had made him angry and worse than before, but after a while, he wanted to change, to be with her again. He loved her with all his heart, and he had found her again. He asked her to run away with him, but she had already re-joined Terra De Rocas. Out of his love for her, he had wanted to join as well. Now hopefully they would accept him.
The masked stallion soon came upon a meeting of some sorts, with a family of equines at the front, leads most likely. He then spotted Rosabella who was next to a buckskin stag and a ghostly white Arab vix. Masquerade stayed in the far back, waiting to be noticed. |
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Post by camino on Jun 23, 2009 15:58:09 GMT -5
Rosabella It felt so wrong, it felt so right...[/center] Rosabella smiled when she heard stray hoof beatings. Turning her nape, a smile engulfed her maw. It was Masquerade! She had been beginning to wonder if he was coming, and there he was. She galloped down the hill and to his side. She gently nudged his shoulder. This..this is my home.. She told him, still smiling. This was how it out to have been all along. She should have never left him..but she guessed that might have changed him, considering how he was now. Still....she would be cautious for now.
The brindled fae turned to face the plateau. C'mon, Mas. I'll make them accept you. She said, a hint of jokingness in her lyrics. Swishing her tail ever so gently, she started up the plateau at a swift canter, waiting for her mate to follow.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 24, 2009 17:09:17 GMT -5
Fiana
&Anil [/font] &Char&Bullet[/right] °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Fiana looked towards Ayven as he answered her request for warriors. Her head bobbed gently at him. “Very well then, Ayven, you may be a warrior.” A smile was perched on her kissers seeing that he at least intended on participating within the herd.Anil’s ears went back as he saw Rosabella’s poor excuse for a smile in response to Phantom’s friendly behavior. The stag snorted slightly, blowing the air towards Rosabella. However, he was distracted when the lovely female dubbed Poet spoke up about being a babysitter. He thought she would have made an excellent warrior but could understand her reasoning for being a baysitter. It was a position not many would want to take.Fiana was glad to get a response, not wanting to have to force any of the mares into the position if they did not want to be. “Thank you, Poet. I will only require that you be babysitter for the rest of the season and then another may be alternated into the position. All of that being said, the rules of the land are going to have to change to adjust with our large size and the times, but I have yet to decide just where these changes will fixate; I will keep you all informed via the ravens.” Fiana paused for a moment, smiling at the two ravens perched upon Poet’s back. Her orbs then fall upon Amorette as she joins the group with a somewhat better appearance about her. The ebony seems glad to see the change, but the happiness may not last for long. There is an intruder. Fiana’s ears were back as the one dubbed Masquerade approached. The ravens had kept the lead in the loop about his actions and Rosabella’s influence upon him. Snorting, the ebony approached the hellion. “I take it you are here to join the herd?”Anil suddenly took a defensive stance as Masquerade’s scent his nares. However, he eased up slightly as Rosabella rushed towards the intruding stallion. He still was not sure what he thought of the stag, but he was not one to be rude either. He would just watch until the hellion did something worth him getting upset over.Char seemed unaware that she was supposed to be on alert at the intruder’s presence. Instead, the filly was as chipper as ever as she pranced towards the stag. The oddly colored filly stopped at her mother’s flank, eying Masquerade with a friendly gaze than all the rest, in exclusion of Rosabella, of course.Bullet followed his sister with different motives in mind. The young colt did not like the intrusion, and seemed more than ready to lunge at the stag despite his young age and small size. However, he behaved, stopping on the opposite side of his mother.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° It seems you're having some trouble
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Post by TARDIS on Jun 29, 2009 19:53:45 GMT -5
des·ti·ny
noun, plural
The power or agency that determines the course of events. The brindled essa trudged into Terra de Rocas. She had been away a long time. Too long it seemed. She hadn't meant to be away for as long as she had been, but with the way things played out she could not help it one way or another. When the brindle left Terra de rocas so many months ago, she was very healthy looking, muscular, and her coat always had a nice shine to it, catching the many colours in teh sunlight. Now she was different. Some of her ribs could be seen, her hindquarters were visibly flatter on the top, her once long tail was now short and torn, and her coat was dirty and still shedding her winter coat off even though it was the middle of summer. She sighed, they probably thought she was dead anyway, right?
The vixen snorted and picked up a lazy jog, her long pillars covering the distance rather quickly. She had never told anyone that she was leaving for a bit in the first place. It wasn't that she actually wanted to leave the herd, she just wanted to explore. At first she thought that she would only be gone a few days. After she got lost, those days turned into weeks, and finally months. She would have been home much sooner, except for the fact that she was captured by a group of Zunden who were on teh way to their land, and because of her partial Time Herd blood, they had wanted to take her to the new Fire Lord, Aiden. Of course she fought back, only to get horrible burns on her pillars that were now mostly healed over. About a week ago she had escaped from them as they were crossing a large river. She was so lucky that she was born with the ability to swim exceptionally well.
Destiny slowed to a limping walk when she neared the herd of horses. Some of their faces she recognised and others were as new to her as she probably was to them. The henna sighed and halted to the far left of Phantom, Anil, and Rosabella. Hopefully she asn't in trouble for all of this. |
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Post by Vel on Jul 14, 2009 23:38:52 GMT -5
►►► Torchwood
►► Phantom
► Masquerade ►►► Torchwood's maw lifted in a small smile as Fiana nuzzled him back on the neck. He was still angry, and she probably knew it too, but Torchwood was never one for letting his feelings oucct. He always kept them closed up inside him, no matter how hard it was on him. He felt that if he displayed his emotions in any way, that it was a sign of weakness; something that he didn't want.
Torchwood shook his crown and focused on what Fiana was saying about the Zunden and the possible attacks. None of that was good, but they couldn't avoid any of it. Torchwood had known that for some time, the Elemental horses had been making large come backs, but he didn't really know why. He figured that it was because of the Zunden rising, that all the other Elemental breeds wanted to become stronge and group together so that the Fire Herd wouldn't seize total control of the island, like that had for a long time in the past.
Fiana then asked the herd about becoming warriors and babysitters. Torchwood glanced over the herd, several of them would make brilliant warriors if the just spoke up. He hated to say it, but he was sure that Avyen would make the position of warrior. He was strong enough and had fight in him. That stallion also seemed to be willing, and that was a good thing.
Torchwood's question was answred when Avyen spoke up and said that he wanted to become a warrior. His sky blue orbs then wandered over to where the little roan mare, Poet, was standing. The usually quiet and secluded vixen had spoken, saying that she wanted to become the babysitter. Torchwood gave her a quizzical glance. Babysitter? Did she know anything about entertaining colts and fillies? She had to of, otherwise she would not have volunteered herself for the job. Plus it was a good thing for her, maybe it would make her a bit more social.
Torchwood's crown snapped in the direction of Phantom, Rosabella, and Anil when a new stag came onto the land. Torchwood knew him. Not by name, but by face. He seemed to be the only horse on this island who had the half ivory mask on his face. That one trait was passed down to all of his offspring, no matter who there dam was. Yes Torchwood knew him, through his many foals that roamed the different lands all over the isle.
Torchwood eyed the new stag in an uncertain manner. Could he be trusted? Hadn't he been in Quixtant's herd? And probably Aro's herd, since that stag took over after the passing on of the old lead stag. Even if he joined th herd, Torchwood would keep a very, very close eye on the 'bad boy'. While keeping an eye on him, he figured that he best be watching Rosabella a bit too, sonce they seemed to be very familiar with one another.
►►► The ivory vixen listened to her obsidian lead as Fiana asked the herd about positions. New warriors would be nice, she needed some fresh meat. It was pretty much her and Anil since Memphis and Destiny hadn't been around for the past few months. Well she couldn't say that for the large brindled mare anymore since she had just come to the meeting. Phantom hardly recognised the femme. For one, her coat was dull, scratched up, and matted. Same with her once silky brown banners. She looked famished and very, very tired. Where had she been?
The Arab shook her crown and closed her opticals, only listening to the herd members speaking now. Ayven had said that he would be a warrior. This brought a smile to the mare's otherwise stoic maw. She had been expecting little Poet to become a warrior, so she was rather surprised when the roan said that she would take the job of babysitting. How could she want that? Staying with bloody children all day long. Phantom's patience would run out in the first ten or so minutes with them. How most mares could stand them was beyond her.
Phantom's deep chocolate optics shot open when she caught a new scent. She looked around. Nothing. The other herd members didn't seem to detect the scent of a new stag on the land. The ivory snorted and looked past the group as a large, Friesian-like stag came plodding onto the land, looking at Rosabella. Who the hell was he?! A sneer crept up onto her dainty features as her eyes flicked from him to Anil and to Fiana. She was ready to attack if they must.
She notised a few strange thinga about the stag at first. There was his great size for one thing, that couldn't be missed at all. Another thing was his banners and feathers. They were all pitch black like the rest of his bodice, but in them were naturally occuring streaks of blood red. Part Zunden perhaps? That might be a good hting to have in the herd, especially if he possessed any of the Fire Herd's powers. And then there was the loud white mask that concealed half of his heavy head. Who was he? What did he want with them?
A snarl-like sound escaped her as Rosabella greeted the brute. What the hell was this? Was this masked devil Rosabella sweetheart? How disgusting. Another thought then popped into her mind. Could Masked Man be trusted, especially since he and Rosabella seemed to have a history, which Phantom was pretty sure was from Quixtant's dark herd? She would be on this one like a fly on a dead rabbit. She'd always be watching Masked Man.
►►► Masquerade beamed when he saw the brindled essa come running to him. Here she was, just like she said she would be, and here he was, just like he promised her. His orbs focused on the face of the striped angle in front of him when she started to speak. "It's a wonderful place as far as I can tell." he murmered back to her. It really was. Better than Quixtant and Aro's land. Beat them by a landslide.
Masquerade looked behind himself once more before he turned to follow Rosabella up the hill to where the rest of the herd was. There went his freedom. He was now, well hopefully would be, part of a herd, a family, again. His attitude had changed and now he was more like this lot, rather than the ruffians he ran away from. It had better work out according to plan.
Masquerade slowed to a walk and halted next to Rosabella who was closer to the, well who assumed was, the lead mare. She was tall and ebony, very beautiful. Right now she was talking to some equid called Poet, who ever that was. Since the leader was busy, Masquerade took a quick look around at the group. Up front next to the lead mare was a Palomino stag giving him a cautious glare. Masquerade just smiled and looked to the two foals, a colt and a filly. The filly had to belong to the palomino and the lead, but he wasn't sure about the younger looking colt. Behind him was another groupd of equines. He fist saw an attractive palomino vixen who seemed to be keeping to herself. She looked ...... nice. A bit in front of her was a small blue roan femme who had two ravens perched on her back. That had to be Poet, since the lead was talking to her. Then there was a pair of equids off to the side. One was a strong, spunky looking Arab vixen, giving him a look. If looks could kill, he'd be on the ground right now. The buckskin stag next to her looked equally as strong, if not more. He too was giving Masquerade the death glare. Last equine he saw was a beat up looking brindled mare. She looked a bit like Rosabella and would probably look beautiful if she wasn't such a mess.
Masquerade quickly turned around when he heard the ebony mare talk to him. "Yes, I am here to join the herd m'Lady." he said with a bow. "I hope I am not intruding on your meeting here. If so, I am sorry. I lost Rosabella's scent a while back and would have been here earlier if it wasn't for that little mishap on my part" he apologised, trying his hardest to be nice to the new leader. "Oh! Pardon me for not giving you my name. I am Masquerade." he said, hoping that this nice routine worked out as well as he had seen before.
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Post by camino on Jul 15, 2009 7:49:42 GMT -5
[Wow Vel, that post is rockin'!]
The brindled mare smiled at Masquarde. She was so happy that he decided to go against his instinct just to be with her, but she hoped that no one from his old herd would come here in attempts to steal him back. Was she putting her herd in danger? Shaking her head, she lightly nudged him lovingly.
She looked at Anil, and was suprised at his stern look. What had happened to the bubbly coltish stag that walked right up to her, even in the outlands, to talk with her? The nymph gave him a kind smile. Turning her head to the ebony fae and lead mare, she spoke. He's my mate, Fiana. I do hope you allow him to join. She said, giving a bow so deep her ears touched the soft turf. Fiana was, she had to admit, a nice mare who had given the hellion a second chance when she didn't deserve. She had to let Mas in.
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 17, 2009 15:06:41 GMT -5
Fiana
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&Bullet °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Everybody seemed on edge with this hellion’s entrance, and Fiana’s head was high as Masquerade spoke his bit. And, as Rosabella added her two-cents, the mare’s eyes only faded momentarily to the brindled essa. The onyx barely noticed the entrance of the herd’s other brindle mare; her thoughts were too preoccupied by the intruding stag. Her orbs studied the brute for a long moment before she dipped her crown in a greeting. The stallion was strong and obviously of elemental bloodlines. He would be an excellent addition to her herd. However, Fiana knew of his past and had every intention of keeping a close eye on him, especially around the herd’s mares. “You may join,” she permitted although her orbs remained narrowed just slightly. “Your rank will be decided at a later date. For now, you and Rosabella both can be Omega’s beneath the Beta mare, Amorette.” Fiana’s head swept over towards the palomino she spoke of. Her gaze quickly went to Destiny though, concern in her brown orbs. “If you will excuse me,” she murmured, giving a nod to dismiss the group that surrounded the new stag in defense. She walked towards the other brindle with unease in her eyes.
Anil had left his defensive stance at Fiana’s command that the stallion was now a member. It didn’t mean that Anil liked the stag, nor did it mean he would drop his guard completely. He would be watching the large mutt. At the moment, Destiny was where his focus lay though. She looked to be in bad shape, and it worried the normally carefree stallion to see a member of his herd and a fellow warrior in troubling condition. At first, Anil glanced to Phantom with a brow raised slightly as if in question; then, the brute began approaching her with a low head and forward ears. “Destiny? Are you okay? We haven’t seen you in a while…” His muzzle reached out to tap the mare’s brindled coat. It felt rough beneath his velvety kissers.
Char was fascinated with the new stallion; she was always so happy to meet new horses. The yearling just couldn’t understand why everyone else was so on edge. She had no intentions on questioning it though. Rather, the mare turned tail, launching her path towards her brother Bullet. She was bored with all this talk and wanted to play. The poor colt was her target.
Bullet squealed as his sister charged him and he went tumbling to the ground. However, it was not long at all until he was back on his feet. He quickly turned the tables, sending his sister running around, him in pursuit of her.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° I've become so numb; I can't feel you there,
become so tired, so much more aware. iNSPiRATiON; [NUMB] [by LiNKiN PARK] word-count; ; [444] ' O°C | | /sigh. I just never have muse for my Rocas horses... : ) : )[/size] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Jul 17, 2009 15:32:20 GMT -5
Ayven [/color][/font][/right] The hessian's ears went back on his neck as the stag entered. The one from an enemy herd. Giving a glar at Rosa, Masquerade and at Fiana for letting Masquerade join, he stalked to the very back of the group, glaring at the ground. The stallion looked as though he had fire herd blood, and Ayven didn't trust or even like him for that matter Masquerade. He wasn't too fond of Rosa either. But the scene of the two siblings made him chuckle softly. The paint's ears drew forward again, but went back again as he looked over to Masquerade again. Stupid. [/font][/blockquote] Muse` Eh..
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Post by camino on Jul 17, 2009 20:52:41 GMT -5
Happy that Masquarde was accepted, she turned and muzzled his crest softly. She loved him so much, and hadn't realized how lost she was when she was not with him. He wasn't just "boyfriend number 2" anymore, the stallion she went to if she wanted "fun". He was different..she somewhat wanted to be that seducing harlot she used to be, but this was her now. She lipped his barrel and nudged his muzzle. I hope you like it here, Mas. She said with a smile.
The brindle ignored Anil with the newcomer, yet another brindle. She somewhat felt her heart tugged that Anil was around another mare, after all, she fancied him somewhat before reuniting with Mas. She pushed the dun asisde and stood by Mas, her barrel touching his.
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