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Post by blizzard on Aug 12, 2008 18:08:01 GMT -5
Coming upon the island a new black arabian mare could be seen. She was built well and as she walked you could see the ripples of the muscles. She drove on foreward as her nostrils picked up any scent near. Snorting she reared up thrusting her front legs into the air. Giving out a long echoing neigh she landed all four hooves on the ground. She came from the dark side her father being The Black. he was known for his awesome speed and endurance however her mother was just a broodmare named Snazzy Stuff. There was a barn fire at the stable where she was in training to become a racehorse. All horses were set free and Snazzy has never returned to the same place again.
She has now come upon the shore of this island where she may end up spending the rest of her life. Humans are not her thing as she was only a yearling when she had last come in contact with any type of human. 3 years later she is a full grown and very powerful. Was there anyone around to answer her call?
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Post by wildbrumby on Aug 14, 2008 0:54:48 GMT -5
He returned to the willow tree forest often. Finding it calming and cool. Though the bugs could be annoying, it was still his favourite place to visit on the island. Standing beside the stream, the dun stallion watched his reflection in the water, his dark stained head rippling int he water.
Whitefoot thought he was alone, enjoying this peacful respite from others when a mare's neigh shattered the natural silence. Flinging his head up, the cross breed looked about for the owner of the neigh, nostrils flared as her scent met his velvet nares. Flicking his tail, Whitefoot turned towards the call and moved off slowly towards her, awaiting for her to come into view. Thinking it better to alert her of his presence, the stallion flung his own voice to the wind, a loud deep call saying "I am here".
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Post by blizzard on Aug 16, 2008 16:09:53 GMT -5
Her nostrils were searching the ground for even scent of a horse nearby. She lifted her as she heard the call of another horse. Just not another horse but a stallion. Her ears pricked as she stood on her hind legs neighing back out to the stallion. She landed on all fours and took on in a canter toward the horse. When he came into view she slowed to a stop watching the handsome stallion move.
She stood, her black coat in perfect shape.Uh,Almost. There were battle wounds on her body. She had many fresh scrap and gashes. She still held her head proud as she watched the stallions every moment. If you looked past the scrapes and gashes you could see a beautiful mare but with a dark side to her. She stomped her hoof as she kept the flys away.
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Post by wildbrumby on Aug 21, 2008 1:48:05 GMT -5
Whitefoot stopped dead hearing the hoofbeats thndering towards him. He had stopped dead pretty much, one hoof raised and his head thrown up, listening to her approach. As she came into site, he swiftly placed it down again. She was a fine one to look at. Though the scars worried him, and then the fresh cuts. Not good. Still, can't judge a book by its cover.
Arching his crest, Whitefoot stepped forwards towards her, trying to look as handsome as possible. It never occured to him that he might be already. The stallion's step was light, his mane bouncing slightly on his think neck. When he was but 3 strides from the fae, he stopped and faced her square on, each hoof placed carefully and his body as swelled up and as manly as he could make it.
"Greetings to you mare" He said in a deep voice, a somewhat deeper than usual voice. "I am Whitefoot. Who are you and where do you come from?" As he finished that sentence his voice seemed to rise slightly, returning to its normal tone, much to the stallion's annoyance. he was trying to impress afterall.
((ooc:; Sorry i have taken so long to answer. ))
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