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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Oct 27, 2009 18:55:24 GMT -5
The damsle walked in front of her lover as she walked toward the land called Morte. She didn't know who the lead was, nor was she certain of the alliance, but she that this land was closest to where the couple had previously been. The cold winter wind blew in her face, but each step brought her closer to the land she would soon call home. It certainly wasn't as great as where she had last lived, but after it was taken over she wasn't going to go back. Tired from all the traveling she had endured, and a long day, she couldn't wait to be there.
Finally after what seemed like ages she set foot into the land, she looked behind her and waited for her long lost love to come up beside her. She was happy to be here, but she was also a bit nervous, what was the lead like? They would be able to leave if need be, but it wasn't smart to be traveling when winter was setting in. There was no food, no shelter, and no other equines.
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Post by Wildfire on Oct 28, 2009 16:37:38 GMT -5
Shakespeare OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO Banner was tucked to his hindquarters and his dome was held low, close to his body as the baron attempted to shield himself from the blistering winds. Ahead, he could barely make out the shape of his Dove. He could feel the satisfaction wash over him as he said the words. His Dove. On the outside, he couldn’t contort his face into the grin that his insides wanted it to turn to because of the cold. Nares immediately sensed the change in scent as they reached the border of Morte.
Harks were splayed with more alertness and his crown picked up to a respectable height. Now that they were trespassing, one had to be careful of herd members and the lead. He was unsure as to what to expect for the welcome party. Hopefully they would be received with open arms, and soon. The weather would only get worse. They would need to find a shelter soon, whether or not they came across someone who would either welcome or run them from the lands. Maw reached out to touch the mare’s, both out of reassurance that she was still there and as a comfort for both of them. Icy orbs swept what he could see of the tierra before him, searching for a sign that someone might be coming. [/font] |
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