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Post by Ruffles on Aug 19, 2006 11:31:23 GMT -5
Airess by name, but that's only half the game. Traveling with the wind, she had gotten to know many equine, not all of them friendly. But now, there's hope for a change, where all is good and there are others to speak to, care about, trust. Her mind spinning, feathered limbs rose and fell, rose and fell, their never-ending rythmic pattern of the speed known as trot. The second she stepped onto the terra she lifted her skull, nares flaring to catch the scent. Who was it? She had little clue. All she knew was that it was a claimed realm, and it had called her here. She stopped, standing still as the wind whipped through her threads, curving around her form.
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Post by Jordan03 on Aug 20, 2006 7:09:34 GMT -5
Mist cantered along. He spotted the equine and dropped down to a walk. His orbs an intense blue looked at her. He opened his muzzel and let his vocals travel to her it was a welcomeing to the King's releam. He walked forward a bit tords the mare and then stopped and held his ground he would be accepeted to come to her not her to him or whatever.
Wind whipped back his mane and tail and they flapped against his side. Forlcok was caught as well and was flung to the right and it as well flapped against and curled around his ear. He awaited her call for him to come forth for he was one of being accepted forward not the other way around.
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Post by Ruffles on Aug 30, 2006 7:32:51 GMT -5
She lifted her head, dipping it in a hello, as well as a respect, guessing her was the leader her. Wow. She hadn't done that in... well, a long time. She turned her thicker form, to better face the grey stag. She noted her carried some of the same markings she did. Grey, with little dapples. Only difference was he was a darker hue. She closed her eyes momentarily, listining to the wind rustle the trees, tangle the long pale threads she carried, slide through the grasses. What she would give to be able to command wind.
Eyes opening once again, she decided it best not to close eyes around strangers too long, you never really knew what was going on in that head of theirs. Never really knew what they were plotting, thinking, planning. It was something that could frighten many. She however, learned to deal with it. Not many could harm her without being harmed back. However, when that day comes she would run, run with her favourite thing. The wind. She'd be beaten from a long endurance equine, and probably beaten by speed, but those with speed often can't go very long.
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