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Post by flame on Jun 9, 2008 14:10:08 GMT -5
The flame colored bacholor stallion walked into Terra Scure. He drew in a deep breath and awaited for a mare to come in.He searched with his emerald colored eyes and finally seeing that no one was there he went to a dark shady tree and relaxed his tired muscles for he had been running for days on end. He finally saw a beautiful dark tree and went to it and laid down on his side. He rolled there for a moment and than he got to his feet. As he stood there he felt kinks in his legs and so he walked towards the river where he got a cool refreshing drink. As he finished he noticed his coat was shining and he knew he would never choose between dark or light but be neutrial.
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Post by kirjava on Jun 9, 2008 18:07:20 GMT -5
Medaliéte wandered around. She had come across bella valle, yet prefered to not explore that land first. She wanted something more dark, dreary at the very moment. Snorting lightly, she cantered through the knarled trees. bodice twisted and jerked about like that of a barrel racer, making her way into a small clearing. The clearing was rather normal. it's like when you've seen one clearing, you've seen them all. Though this one was more symmetrical then most, medaliéte didn't really care to notice. She moved into the center. her pelt was like that that was around her, silver. Her quiet dark hues, didn't make her blend in nor stand apart, It was rather undecided. Yet if what remained of the small amount of light caught her coat, it gave off a blue like hue. Hence, making her noticable. Though, again medaliéte didn't care to look apon these details. She was rather thirsty, well not rather, she was dehydrated in the most part. So when the hollows of her auds processed the sound of running water, she headed towards that sound. Noticing a small river, she quickly stepped into it, her midnight like mane gleamed lightly as it slide down her crest, nape bent downward and crown lowered to the water, maw dipped into the cooling liquids. The poor grullo coated mare did even realize she wandered apon a stag, she was too busy drinking to take note of that either.
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Post by flame on Jun 10, 2008 12:38:02 GMT -5
He noticed that a silver madien was in his presence. So he walked up to her with his emerald eyes observing every move she made. He than stopped infront of her and said,"What be a fair madien like yourself doing all alone in a place like this? Do you not have a stallion to protect you?" He than stood there infront of her and awaited her answer.
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Post by kirjava on Jun 10, 2008 19:22:30 GMT -5
The grulllo mare shied at the vocals of Flame. Had she expected any presence here, in the barren lands of the dark? Certainly not. Though as his precieved smug attitude sunk into her auds, she certainly had the impression that he was expecting her. Weird. Snorting lightly, she let her crest quiver with the sensitive touch of a pest.
No, I have no stag to protect me. And i don't want one.
her silver tone called, her vocals were soft, yet the cutting edge she wanted held tight onto her formed words. She looked dejectedly over to the flame pelt of the stag, noticing his emerald occuli looking down on her small stature.
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Post by flame on Jun 11, 2008 13:02:58 GMT -5
As I listened to each word she spoke, I thought of a way to make her my own. So I saw her trembling a lot, but that didn't stop me of what I was about to say. "Well, then I guess I am no use after all. I guess I should make up the time I have wasted when I came over here." I walked away slowly but still waiting for any responses she needs to say to me. ...
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Post by kirjava on Jun 16, 2008 8:23:51 GMT -5
Medaliéte sighed, Her chocolat, almost ginger like mask turned to flame. Wait stag, is their something your holding back? her wary tones stuck softly among the air, though, not to a surprise she was concerned that he gave up on her so easy.
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