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Post by sky23 on Jul 12, 2008 11:39:39 GMT -5
She stands against the glow of the sun, her head raised to gaze out to the other equines in the distance, her expression a mixture of antisapation and excitement. Though some faes may not "enjoy" being here, to be swept up by eager stags that are scrambling for what they can get while they can get it, this mare didn't mind. Her orbs swept across the area, scearching for ones who approuch this small creature who stands forth, waiting. The young fae flickered her raddars as she shifted her weight onto her left rear daggar, shaking her mane and allowing her forlock to fall over her blinking orbs. A soft snort escaped her and she took a step forward, her raddars moving forward. Her pelt gleamed in the sun, the golden brown color dotted with patches of white. Her mane, though tangled, looked nice resting apon her slender shoulders; as well as her tail that stood raised behind her. This was Dreams.
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Post by camino on Jul 12, 2008 16:13:33 GMT -5
Carzeth, Lord of Terra De Scure, made his way into view. He really did not know his buissness here, but here he found himself. He had to MAke a herd, this place was perfect. Tilting his large, black head, he looked through his forelock.
His forelock covered his eyes, and his face. It was so overgrown it fell of his roman nose. Some say that withing only a few years it will drap the ground. His mane, pure ebony black, falls past his muscular shoulders. His long, waved tail swoops behind him like a waterfall, and lays on the ground.
Carzeth's eyes met a nearby mare. She was young looking, and petite. He trotted up to her, mane and tail flying bhind him, but his long forelock not budging. It stayed right there on his face, hiding his handsome features.
' Hello, there, Doll Face. What's a young thing like you doing here? Surely, a pretty Doll like you has a mate and a foal, and are running away together in a perfect little light land?'
The muscled brute watched her, peering through that big black lock of his.
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Post by sky23 on Jul 16, 2008 7:37:44 GMT -5
The mare watched him, taking in all what she could see; the muscualed legs and shoulders, the strong feature, but not his orbs. She blinked a few times, then gave a polite nod, pricking her raddars forward. "Hello, sir. And, no, I do not have a mate, and of course not a foal." she hesitated, then slowly continied. "I've only just escaped from---from my herd." Her head tilted off to the side. She let out a soft snort and lashed her banner side to side along her slender haunches.
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