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Post by blackdeath on Aug 17, 2006 13:07:19 GMT -5
Dark orbs fell upon the edge of the dark forest. Indeed it was dark. A small smirk spead across the mare's maw. Before the darkened wod stod a daring, unmanagable mare. Her perfect Gypsy vanner form standing tall and sturdy. the winds played with her white banner and whipcord. They tossed effortlessly about her magnicacent features. Onyx daggers waited anxiously to proceed. Multi-colored hue shone briliantly in the sun.
Orbs glanced up towards the sky, the heat unbearable. She gave a sharp and a snarl, proceeding into the cool shadows of the dark forest. Blotches of black and brown where home to the darkness, but even her whtie pelt found the darkness nice, blending. Hardly anyhting was ntoicable for a few moment. Then the forest came into veiw, her eyes adjusting to the dark. She paced hrough it effortlessly, likes she been there before. It was relativly cooler in here and a very nice and quiet place. Branches snapped under her daggers, the only sign telling where the mare may be.
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Post by firefur on Aug 18, 2006 14:26:40 GMT -5
The large form of a clydesdale stallion made its prescence known as a blast from its maw struck the wind.His hue was ebonite, his black forlocks blocking his hatred filled pools."Femme."His voice dripped with the venom of a snake that would not hesitate to strike.
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Post by blackdeath on Aug 18, 2006 16:18:49 GMT -5
[purple]She gave a sharp snort, orbs searching for an equine's form. The cracking of branches stopped as she stood still. One dagger lifted, taking a daring step forward. A smug smirk crossed her maw, Stag, her own voice echoed. It was deep and mysterious, a small bit of a hiss on the 'S'. Fright was no word in her vocabulary. This femme was daring and outspoken, one to take sreiously.[/purple]
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Post by firefur on Aug 18, 2006 19:50:56 GMT -5
By the tone of the vixs voice he could tell she was indeed on to befy and push onwards.His pools wandered over her form for a brief moment, satisfied with what his visionarys saw."What would one such as yourself be doing here?"His voice strong and obviously filled with anger.
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Post by blackdeath on Aug 19, 2006 10:05:15 GMT -5
[purple]Her own orbs glanced over the stag quickly, not much of a looker. A brow rasied to the stag's question, why did he care? She gave a sharp snort, answering anway, Well, if you must know, the darkness invited me in. And the sun was also getting unbearable, she mummbled. Dark orbs glanced down, noticing now the print her large hoof and left. Wait, why was she getting distracted so easily? She shook her head to her thoughts and rasied it once more, looking towards the stag. [/purple]
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Post by firefur on Aug 19, 2006 15:14:43 GMT -5
The stallion snorted, noticing her distracted state of mind but chose to ignore it."If you seek a perminant home, my herd is open to you."His voice was a little more then a whisper, only becouse he did not wish to speak.
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Post by blackdeath on Aug 19, 2006 17:09:57 GMT -5
[purple] Eyes glanced upwards as the stag's words bouced through her cranium. She barely knew this stag, how did she know if this stag was worthy of her presence upon his terra? she gave a sharp snrot, glaring back at the stag, What is your cursing? she snroted, demanding an answer. it was a demand but it didn't sound like one. It sound more like just a queston. [/purple]
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Post by firefur on Aug 22, 2006 0:48:18 GMT -5
The stallion could tell of the tones in her voice, and usually would not meet such demands by answering.However, he decided to let it slip and give the femme a fair warning.A glare was sent towards the femme, showing he was not one to challange."I am cursed Blackavar, yourself?"He returned the question towards the femme, eyes narrowing in sudden thought.
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Post by blackdeath on Aug 22, 2006 19:32:36 GMT -5
[purple]A cold glare was returned, she hated stag's that were full of themselves. I'm not going to lie, she wa a mare that was full of herself. But others who could put up with that, she excepted. the stag was just going to have to get used to it, all dark equines were like this, thinking and hoping for themselves to be the best. She glanced up, thinking twice about considerig his terra. But where else was she going to find a darkish stag? Sitting in here all day? I don't think so. I am cursed Adria, she simply said, reveiwing her thoughts on the stag.[/purple]
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