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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 8, 2006 20:00:15 GMT -5
OOC: how?
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Post by RUSH on Nov 8, 2006 20:06:44 GMT -5
(uh...like petting grooming, loving, hugging, kissing all that jaz.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 10, 2006 23:18:42 GMT -5
OOC: ok
She halterd Black and led him to the grooming area. SHe took her bright blue grooming box and started with the curry comb. She talked to him, about al the good times they had with Paint. Tears dropped onto his satin coat, but she forced herself to keep talking. Once The Black was shining and sleek, she put on his lead rope and led him to the feild, leaning against him, hugigng his broad neck and kissing his nose,
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Nov 11, 2006 21:27:47 GMT -5
seaside nickered and nuzzled her sire. she knew her father loved her, but he was still sad. she didnt know why, but she didnt feel like finding out. she was just happy that she still had her mother and father with her.
charisma looked at the black, hoping to cheer him up. she really wished he would be happy again. she understood his pain, but he could at least show some happiness toward seaside since she had no idea what was happening. she walked over and nuzzled him on the other side from seaside, trying to cheer him up. she hated seeing him sad like this.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 16:40:37 GMT -5
Cat felt like the world was falling apart. First Silver died, now paint, and Alec left mysteriously. She wished she could train Seaside and Charisma. Charisma would be a great riding horse...so would Seaside when she grew up.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 16:42:35 GMT -5
Black nickered osflty enjoying the grooming nad then began too graze in the pasture, he then suddenly jerked up his head and trotted slowly no spirit at all over too his mare and foal and stopped at the fence wanting them too come in with him he looked too sammie.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 16:43:51 GMT -5
OOC: Her name is Cat, but whatever
Cat looked at Black. Was he taking the mare and foal in? She hoped so! Charisma and Seaside were her two favorite wild horses. She had named Seaside...and saw the birth of her. She rememberd it all to well.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 16:47:44 GMT -5
Black pwaed wildly at the fence impatient, he was started back too himself again by his wild spirit. but right now he was really irratated they weren't being let in. He snorted and whinnied loudly.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 12, 2006 17:03:28 GMT -5
Cat walked over the fence, observing his nature. She wondered why he was so upset? The gate was open, he could leave, she could come in...what was the problem?
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Post by RUSH on Nov 12, 2006 17:12:14 GMT -5
Hes norted and then just trotted out and nugded his mare nad filly into the pasture.
(wait for her too post.)
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Nov 17, 2006 20:03:25 GMT -5
charisma nickered and walked in, eager to keep the black happy. his surge of spirit had encouraged her. she swished her tail and trotted into the pen. she looked over her shoulder and nickered again.
seaside squealed and ran after her mom. her dad seemed back to normal, her mom looked happy, and that was all that mattered right now. she turned around and reared in front of the black.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 17, 2006 21:16:44 GMT -5
Black grimaced too his daughter nad gently trotted too her nad nuzzled ehr then sprinted into a fast gallop across the field, his hooves seemed too dance above hte gorund not touching. His long black mane streamed out behind him as if dancing too.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 18, 2006 17:20:16 GMT -5
Cat left them alone in the pasture and went to her car. She drove off to find a few friends.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 18, 2006 18:01:19 GMT -5
Black saw her leave and bolted after her along the fence his orbs tinted white wanting her too stay.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 18, 2006 18:27:34 GMT -5
Cat saw him, a bit confused. She wondered how fast he could go. She pressed the gas and drove along the fence. The spedometer read 30.
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