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Post by RUSH on Jan 4, 2007 20:26:39 GMT -5
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Jan 5, 2007 2:25:44 GMT -5
*crys
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jan 5, 2007 7:13:56 GMT -5
OOC: or you can put him on hold for a month... *cries*
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Post by RUSH on Jan 5, 2007 16:03:23 GMT -5
ooc: Gosh I want too fricken kill myself now. Just wait, its not like we were posting anyway.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Jan 7, 2007 14:50:38 GMT -5
ooc: yea, we were waiting for you to post here anyway, so we can just wait longer, i guess... *cries on computer* dang it. *computer sizzles and sparks*
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jan 7, 2007 16:58:42 GMT -5
lol
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Post by RUSH on Jan 7, 2007 17:13:10 GMT -5
ooc: sammie can you post since your staying....
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jan 7, 2007 18:26:26 GMT -5
ooc: where are we?
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Post by RUSH on Jan 7, 2007 18:32:18 GMT -5
ooc: read the last post
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Post by RUSH on Jan 28, 2007 14:13:07 GMT -5
Soft hooves were heard on the lush grass as another equine was entered into the land. The paint mare tossed up her head and sent a soft whinnie too Spirit that was filled with happiness too see him. She cantered towards him only too halt a few yards away sicne he was between two mares.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Feb 11, 2007 21:47:06 GMT -5
{(blablablablablabla... ok what's going on?)}
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Post by RUSH on Feb 13, 2007 19:30:57 GMT -5
come on!
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Post by ::Sam:: on Feb 13, 2007 20:41:38 GMT -5
Spirit jerked his head up. Crescents filled with air. A pang of worry swept through. He slowly let it out when he saw it was Rain. He went back to grazing. He pricked his ears as he suddenly realized...IT WAS RAIN! he galloped away from his two mares and went to nuzzle Rain and whicker affectionaly.
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Post by RUSH on Feb 13, 2007 20:52:05 GMT -5
Rain whinnied loudly, her soft whinny had floated to his ears. She tossed her head, letting her mane dance among her nape. Her ears shot foward at the sight of her love, and gently nuzzled him deeply with affection in return.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Feb 13, 2007 21:15:53 GMT -5
He nipped the side of her muzzle softly, and then raised 'is head.
Where were you? HOw is Little Creek? We must visit him sometime...
He mused.
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