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Post by spiritofthewest on Dec 7, 2009 17:38:48 GMT -5
Golden Treasure
The golden coated stallion patrolled the area watching, and waiting for a mare or what he called a play toy. He continued his search for a mare through the fields and forests of the breeding grounds. Every patch or ray of sunlight he walked under lit his coat up like a chest of gold coins. His honey orbs flicked around picking up even the slightest movements. He was young and had never bred before but don't under estimate him. Any mare he breeds he knows will come back looking for seconds or will be scarred for life and never return or trust a stallion. He will ensure he breeds any mare that passes by whether she is under age, in heat or not he will even be brutal and heartless by going after mares who are already pregnant. He is charming and just with one glance you might not see past the innocent looking colt to the dark pits of his black and heartless soul. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Dec 7, 2009 17:52:09 GMT -5
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The small arabian trotted through the breeding grounds, not concerned at all even though she knew very well where she was. The stallions she met here were always kind to her, and one was quite pleasureable. Angel blended in quite well in the snow-filled environment. Angel flared her nostrils at a scent of a stallion, and whuffled softly. She felt like she needed to chat with someone.
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Post by spiritofthewest on Dec 8, 2009 16:41:34 GMT -5
Golden Treasure
Treasure was walking through. He was only about 2 miles from the mare but still caught her scent as it was carried down wind with the winter breeze. He flared his coal black nostrils and the tip of his pipe poked from its sheathing. His ears pricked to wards the sound of hooves in the snow. The sound was faint but he heard it. Treasure's well muscled but slender body was carried in angel's direction by four, long, charcoal legs. He was exited to breed his first mare...
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Post by L Y N X ! on Dec 9, 2009 20:52:54 GMT -5
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Angel flicked her ears, slowing her pace and dancing slightly in the snow. She shivered in the cold, her breath puffing in the frosty air. She layed her tail flat, eyes scanning the snowy horizon for the stallion she smelled, who's scent was growing stronger. The scent of any mare in the breeding grounds would send a stag running, of course. She shook her mane, arching her dainty neck as she survayed the area.
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Post by spiritofthewest on Dec 10, 2009 15:57:50 GMT -5
Golden Treasure
Treasures golden coat shone brightly under the sun. His ebony banners whisped behind him as he quickly trotted to wards angel. As her scent grew stronger he moved quicker. His jet black lags and dark pearly black hooves trudged through the snow that was almost up to his knees. He raised his muzzle and breathed deep.The icy air cooled his lungs and Angel's scent filled his nostrils leading him closer to her.
Soon he was within Angel's line of sight and she was in his. He galloped up to her and an icy uncaring voice left his coal black maw "whats a pretty mare like yourself doing here all....alone?' He ran hs perverted eyes up and down her body while waiting for an answer. |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 8, 2010 18:21:24 GMT -5
[[Hey I'll post in a sec.]]
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 8, 2010 18:26:09 GMT -5
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Angel in returned looked the stallion over, and then smiled sweetly. "Oh, I don't know. I like coming here to chat sometimes," she replied, oblivious to the coldness in his voice. The little arab shook her mane, looking up at the stallion. "My name's Angel, what's yours?"
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