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Post by Vel on Jun 10, 2008 19:17:30 GMT -5
I am Luna horse.
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Post by kirjava on Jun 17, 2008 9:37:02 GMT -5
ooc;; so my post won't be long, well not as long as that, for Sure. but i'm am repling right? this luna, she scares me slightly. XD jk.
Jentry moved softly. Ghost like, really. Though he was splashed with golden paint, sure enough that didn't help in the darkness. Cloaked. Thats wat he was. In the densest forest part of the forest, joined to bella valle, he was cloaked. Why were the shadows not broken apart by the sun at this time of day? It was nearly noon. Though as jentry was a horse, he did not ask such a trivail human questionaire. sigh. Of course he didn't. Finely pelted shoulders switched diagonals as pistons turned their gait. Jentry was travelling towards Bella valle for a reason. This reason was- He need more horses on his lands. Yes. Very simplistic. Jentry was looking around, the forest was thinning lightly out very slowly. Though the painted mustang did not question trivail things much like the human race would have, and though he did not peel apart lands, just to take their richest, He could behave rather human in his actions. Slowing to a stop, when a nicker of a fellow equine rebounded in the hallows of his satellites, signalling his brain to respond to such a call, jentry moved closer. Waiting, searching. Then he spoted her. A strangly looking equine. A minx, for sure. Though she acted, different. Much like her sable coat, at first glance, it was normal, at first glance, She was normal, but when his bronzen occuli looked on, intrested, he caught onto her actions, an extended, preformance trot. She was nickering, looking for attention from his prespective. Though, when no one answered, not even his own hushed cords, she sat down. Not like one would think of, lying down, no. This minx mare turned and sat on her rump. Forcing her head down to grab at emeralds. chew them, then repeat the process. This dumbfounded Jentry. He looked on, with curious occuli. Though really, this was different to him. He couldn't stop his alasbaster pillars from moving forward, his striped hoofs touched the green stalks, and crushed them to the ground in support of his weight. Stretched limb distended, and moved forth towards the multi colored mare. Painted so, differently from what he normally would see. He stoped a little distance off, and let out a whinny, Neck stretched to the air, as his upper kisser flashed out, Part ivorys toned the sound into a soft melody. He stood up, wondering if this bizarre mare would even reply. Did he even want a reply at this point?
They cursed him - Jentry.
Keyed - a stallion.
Refined him from- the purest mustang flesh.
They ran out of white- so they used some gold.
He sees the worl with bronze orbs.
He stands - only 15.3 hands.
What his opinon generates - undecided.
What- he's hard to decode. You try understanding a head that isn't yours.
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Post by Vel on Jun 17, 2008 21:02:54 GMT -5
Her sky blue optics looked skyward to the tree tops. She was looking at something in them, though if one was watching her they would not know what her orbs were focused on. She was still in her odd sitting position when one obsidian zenith twitched ever so slightly. Some one or something was behind her, coming to her.
She heard the heavy footfalls the creature created. It sounded like hooves. It had to be the hooves of an equine. What else could it be? A wandering cow? She laughed a bit as she thought about a wandering cow. That would look funny here on an isle run by the equine species. The footfalls were far to heavy to be that of a deer. So yes, it had to be an equine creating the ruckus on the earth.
She sat still watching the tree as if it were an alien creature waiting to do an amazing trick. She heard a whinny. Yes, it was an equine that was behind her. Without even moving a auds, her dial or and orb she kept looking at the tree while she spoke to this equine. "Hello. How are you?"
Her voice was soft and calm, almost eerily calm and quiet. Yet, it was still loud enough for the other equine to hear to her clearly. Her voice held an accent to it. A British accent. Half her herd had come from England. They were on a cargo ship and it crashed a half-mile from the isle. She swam ashore with two other horses that survived. Phantom a white Arabian mare, and Torchwood a strange palomino shaded Arabain stallion. They all went their serate ways after that.
She continued to watch the "creature" in the branches while she waited for the other to reply.
ooc// she scares me too and she my charrie. lol XD
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