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Post by Wildfire on Mar 11, 2009 20:41:18 GMT -5
Vatra Dome nodded to the pair that answered her with their callings. Pleasure to meet you both. Harks had caught the tail end of their conversation and she suddenly felt the tension in the air that hung like the thick smoke of a brush fire. Orbs stared pointedly at the filly, still waiting for her reply. Her nerves were suddenly on edge, preparing herself for a heightened argument between the stag and mare, their kind seemed to have a short fused temperment. A thin stream of smoke blew from her nares and she stomped her hoof, uncomfortable with the situation. Vocals attempted to ease their moods. How long have you all been a part of the herd? She had been roaming the lands that Aiden had claimed for their own for a wile now and was eager to find out how many others there were. How long would they have to wait to retake their control? No doubt they would have to build up their numbers. Romance has gotten an early start on that... Her thoughts traveled, eyeing the femme once more.
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Post by .r e e d. on Mar 14, 2009 10:47:39 GMT -5
The vixen had slipped away silently, but accidently brushed the stag's shoulder on her way out. it was an accident she thought over and over in her head. The filly was in a bad situation. Everyone knew her as a slut, and she deffiantly wasn't. She made a mistake. People make mistakes. it's not your fault Words entered her mind from her sister back home. it's not your fault that you hurt him That was long ago. he agged it on, it's not your fault Romance couldn't decide to say whether it was or not..[/color]
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