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Post by brattygirl333 on Aug 17, 2006 12:39:07 GMT -5
Wild Wind trotted into the area. Her daggers made a steady betting on the Earth. She stopped a a pool of water. Her crown dropped to drink the cold water. The wind picked up making a strong breeze blow on her. Her mane blew in her face while she drinked. She snorted and lifted her crown. She turned her face to the breeze letting it blow into her face. Her mane blew back out of her face. Her banner flew in the breeze. She gave a nicker with joy. She dropped her crown agian this time to nibble the blades of grass before her. She spooked and bolted when the trees blew. Her daggers made an uneven beating on the Earth. She slowed amd came to a trot then a stop. She was now closer to the mountains. She did not nkow where she was but she did not care. She gave a loud whinny to see if anyone was around... |
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Post by firefur on Aug 18, 2006 14:24:09 GMT -5
The form of a tall stallion made itself known.He was built with speed and power yet did not seam threatening in any way."Le femme."He dipped his head to the fae in respect, snorting as he aproached.
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Post by stirsox on Aug 18, 2006 22:38:24 GMT -5
Hellion, nape arched full with self-pride, two beated forward, his pillars pounding against the earth as he came toward the sweet fae. His pools sparkled at the sight of the pretty femme and whickered lowly, his tunes reaching them all in distance.
'Lo fae.
he said gently to her, nodding his dial to the other brute, letting him know he knew he was there. He then stood and waited patiently for a response, only his pools on her softly, almost coaxing a reply from her vocals.
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Post by brattygirl333 on Aug 20, 2006 16:58:08 GMT -5
Wild Wind smiled to both stags. She bowed to both
'ello there. I be Wild Wind. May I ask your tags?
she said. She did not know what want she would pick. |
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Post by firefur on Aug 22, 2006 0:45:25 GMT -5
The stallion in turn dipped his crown to the stag, showing no traces of terrirtorial violence."I am called Trench by many, though my name in full is Marianas Trench."His vocals were soft, innocent in many ways.His black pelt stood beautiful and flawless.A single white strip remining next to his mane."It is a pleasure to make your aquantince."He said as well before turning to the stallion, waiting for his words.
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Post by stirsox on Aug 22, 2006 19:26:12 GMT -5
Pinto hued pelt shone brightly in the sun as he listened quietly to the other hellion. I be Sands of Time, more commonly known as Sands. he said gently, his tunes song-like to most.
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