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Post by sallysue277 on Nov 26, 2009 23:03:44 GMT -5
[[Reposted. Skipping all the formatting junk]]
The golden femme stepped into blinding light. At first she thought it was heaven, then she realized light reflected off the untouched snow, making it nearly impossible to see anything. The searching soul stopped to rest, Nuala needed the one that glowed gold.
Her spark of life was fading, ever slowly without a flame to keep it alive. ever since she was born, a few summers ago, her life had been fading. She didn't know how many months left she had, with the weight of the search nearly obliterating her. Nuala expected no one, yet yearned for someone.
[[Obviously, its not the best post. Oh well]]
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Post by Vel on Nov 28, 2009 9:58:09 GMT -5
Fortinbras The ebony stallion trotted through Belle Valle with his head held high, almost like he owned the place. Fortinbras almost found it funny that he didn't have his own land after spending his life on the island, and charming all the mares he met. To think, if he had a herd, it would probably be the largest on the island.
The obsidian stag came to a halt when he saw a golden fae up ahead. A smile danced across this velvet kissers as he proceeded forward through the thick layer of snow. The mare's coat was a beautiful colour and when the sunlight caught it, it seemed to almost shimmer.
Fortinbras halted several strides away from the femme, not wanting to intimidate her in any way. "Hello." he called out bobbing his head in greeting. Fortinbras' accent was strange. It sounded strong Italian mixed with Portuguese. It was certainly enchanting to listen to. |
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Post by sallysue277 on Nov 28, 2009 22:38:35 GMT -5
Nuala I came, I saw, I conquered The lone femme pricked her harks, hearing the sound of hoofbeats. She lifted her head to see an intimidating ebony brute.. Even though he was smiling kindly, Hello, she said simply, returning the smile warmly. When the sun hit his pelt, it gave of a bright yellow - nay - gold shine. Something she knew was important. She took one small tentative step forward, as if drawn by a string. She tilted her head ever son slightly to the side, as if trying to decipher him. [[Beware- I have low muse because of some real-life issues. Tears are falling into my lap as I type these words.]] |
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Post by sallysue277 on Dec 2, 2009 21:30:12 GMT -5
Nuala smiled when he kicked the snow. Playful, she noted. The angel's name just happens to be Nuala, He was handsome, a spanish horse. She smirked when his face was overcame with annoyance from his hair. What brings you to this land, Fortinbras?
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Post by Vel on Dec 3, 2009 18:33:47 GMT -5
Fortinbras Fortinbras smiled as the vixen's sweet lryics filled the coll, winter air. Her voice was like honey. He smiled at her and flicked his auds as she spoke her calling; Nuala. It was a beautiful name, just like an angel. "Well tis a pleasure to meet you Nuala." Fortinbras said in a milky tone.
Nuala then asked him why he was here. "Just passin' through." he said. "But what about you? Why is such a beautiful vixen out here alone?" he asked as he stepped a bit closer to her. "Wouldn't such a gorgeous lady have a home and mate?"
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