Post by ::Sam:: on May 18, 2007 23:12:36 GMT -5
.:.And I wonder if you ever think about anymore..and I wonder if you think about me when your bored.:.
Her soft nose was raised to the air. She looked into his sparkling eyes. Her tag? Well, this ought to be interesting. Which name should she give out? Return debated with herself for a few brief seconds before she saw a mare barreling toward her with four freisan stallions in pursuit. She braced herself for the impact and her flutes flew backwards. Who did this mare think she was? Just beacause Return wasn't bigger meant they could climb over her? NO way!
.:.Fergalicious Definition makes them boys go loco.:.
She felt the force of the thoroughbred ram into her shoulder and pushed her own weight into the attack, causing the mare to bump off her shoulder. She smirked, but the look quickly fell off her facade when she saw the freisans coming after her. They probobly weighed five times what she did, and she admitted she felt a flicker of fear run through her sense. But not showing any, she turned her body, causing the first one to run right past her. The second one slammed into her, causing the small mare to fall on her back.
.:.Shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me princess, when was the last time you let your heart decide?.:.
She coughed loudly, anger running through her senses. Return lept to her feet and wheeled on her attackers. There were two more coming at her and she turned her back to them. At the correct moment, she swung her hind legs up in the air with such force it propelled her forward a step. She pivoted around on her hindquarters just in time to assure balance and to face the last of the stallions. She met him in the air, fighting fiercly. She slammed her forelegs into his sides and headbutted him. When she was sure they were past her, Return turned to face the stallion.
.:.I like to move it move it, I like to move it move, you like to move IT!.:.
She shook her coat, sending dusts of dirt flying from her patched coat. She shook her small head and looked Abbracadbra up and down. He had asked her name first? She was impressed. And yet, not. Return looked him up and down. What would he say about her performance? Truthfully, she really didn't care, but she was intrigued to see what he said.
My name? Well, you can call me Return.
.:.Bing bing bing!.:.
Had she really just giving him her nickname? Wow. She really was feeling nice today! She whipped her tail against a small cut that flys were attacking. Three fell to the ground and the other four flew away, apparently scared off. She then turned to Noir. Her gaze hardened.
What are you looking at?
She saw Noir look at her height and tipped her head. Return picked up a foreleg and carefully pressed it into the dirt, making her mark in the sand.
.:.Y'all ready for this?.:.
Her soft nose was raised to the air. She looked into his sparkling eyes. Her tag? Well, this ought to be interesting. Which name should she give out? Return debated with herself for a few brief seconds before she saw a mare barreling toward her with four freisan stallions in pursuit. She braced herself for the impact and her flutes flew backwards. Who did this mare think she was? Just beacause Return wasn't bigger meant they could climb over her? NO way!
.:.Fergalicious Definition makes them boys go loco.:.
She felt the force of the thoroughbred ram into her shoulder and pushed her own weight into the attack, causing the mare to bump off her shoulder. She smirked, but the look quickly fell off her facade when she saw the freisans coming after her. They probobly weighed five times what she did, and she admitted she felt a flicker of fear run through her sense. But not showing any, she turned her body, causing the first one to run right past her. The second one slammed into her, causing the small mare to fall on her back.
.:.Shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me princess, when was the last time you let your heart decide?.:.
She coughed loudly, anger running through her senses. Return lept to her feet and wheeled on her attackers. There were two more coming at her and she turned her back to them. At the correct moment, she swung her hind legs up in the air with such force it propelled her forward a step. She pivoted around on her hindquarters just in time to assure balance and to face the last of the stallions. She met him in the air, fighting fiercly. She slammed her forelegs into his sides and headbutted him. When she was sure they were past her, Return turned to face the stallion.
.:.I like to move it move it, I like to move it move, you like to move IT!.:.
She shook her coat, sending dusts of dirt flying from her patched coat. She shook her small head and looked Abbracadbra up and down. He had asked her name first? She was impressed. And yet, not. Return looked him up and down. What would he say about her performance? Truthfully, she really didn't care, but she was intrigued to see what he said.
My name? Well, you can call me Return.
.:.Bing bing bing!.:.
Had she really just giving him her nickname? Wow. She really was feeling nice today! She whipped her tail against a small cut that flys were attacking. Three fell to the ground and the other four flew away, apparently scared off. She then turned to Noir. Her gaze hardened.
What are you looking at?
She saw Noir look at her height and tipped her head. Return picked up a foreleg and carefully pressed it into the dirt, making her mark in the sand.
.:.Y'all ready for this?.:.
