M••n™
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Post by M••n™ on Jan 30, 2007 12:51:28 GMT -5
Sword laughter at his beautiful daughter. He loved her she was so dark and graceful! He stamped his pillar and front split in histerics. Even a 3 day old filly can run rings around you!!
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Post by ::Sam:: on Jan 30, 2007 15:58:31 GMT -5
Duke didn't move. He would be be run down by a stupid stallion. He was not attempting to claim this land. Anyone with brains would know that. Duke was merely trying to find a place to live. He would not be moved. This was his home. For now and forever.
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Post by RUSH on Jan 31, 2007 23:18:40 GMT -5
The filly halted, she moved too his side with a snort. She hadn't always liked her father, especially when there was just a mistunderstanging and he bit her hard for it. Her wound still lay on her neck. How was that beautiful? She snorted and just shook her head, she nipped Duke playfully. Why was he just standing there? wouldn't he play with her? She only watched him for a moment, then moved close too his side and stood next to him.
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M••n™
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Post by M••n™ on Feb 1, 2007 14:58:58 GMT -5
Sword snorted. He watched his daughter. Where was her mother?
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Feb 1, 2007 20:25:34 GMT -5
Hell went into a trot with long strides as her ears where pinned to her skull as she charged at the light mare to get away from her foal.And then bit her harshly.And then did an evil chuckle.She then looked toward Sword.She then glared at him.She then cantered away from the herd.As she went into the forbidden part of the terrain.
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Post by RUSH on Feb 1, 2007 20:39:18 GMT -5
{lorrinda mabeh you should post that at teh herd, we are doing a plot thingehmajigehwatchamacallit here lol ^^ long word}
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M••n™
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Post by M••n™ on Feb 2, 2007 10:32:25 GMT -5
Sword rang out a loud clear whinny to Hell!
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!Breeze!
Gelding
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Post by !Breeze! on Feb 2, 2007 16:34:14 GMT -5
Meeka reared up and when her hooves came down it sounded like a hundred thunders. "This will be Dukes land!"
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on Feb 2, 2007 18:28:32 GMT -5
Hell rolled her eyes.She was becoming darker,and angryier then the rest of the herd from lack fo attione.All because of Swords stupid,snobby,ugly queen.She then shook her dish and then contiued.
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!Breeze!
Gelding
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Post by !Breeze! on Feb 2, 2007 20:12:31 GMT -5
OOC: you talkin to meeka?
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M••n™
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Post by M••n™ on Feb 5, 2007 15:42:35 GMT -5
^FIRE YOU HAVE GT 5 DAYS TO REPLY!^
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Post by ::Sam:: on Feb 6, 2007 21:07:56 GMT -5
OOC: no need to use caps!
The painted hellion watched with his eyes afire. He had decided that waiting had become a burden for him. Leaping forward, he slashed out with his forelegs. Bowing his head, he protected his own throat as he bucked.
Curving his barrel, he kicked furotiously at the stallion. He glared daggers at all who disgraced him. Keeping his head higher now, his confidence blooming. This was not a fight, but a pleasure cruise. He wheeled away, keeping his thorns pricked.
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Post by RUSH on Feb 6, 2007 21:13:48 GMT -5
The smart filly dashed away from the flying hooves. She snorted loudly and only stood a couple yards away as she watched the fight. She had teeth now, she was over a year or two old. She didn't need her mother anymore!Silently, she rooted for Duke to win. She did because of teh awful experience she got from her father.
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!Breeze!
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Post by !Breeze! on Feb 7, 2007 20:23:13 GMT -5
OOC: im a little confuzed, what should i do? i dont feel like a big part in this plot.
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Post by M••n™ on Feb 8, 2007 5:10:54 GMT -5
Sword reared and launched. He was 16.2 HH and made a huge dark shadow in the light. His nares breathed the scent of battle. A buzz flung though him . He was still in the air. Looking the other stallion straight in the air. His front pilliars curved like his neck. His back straight and bodesic in perfect form. Muscles packed tightly and tence.
He went straight for the juguilar vein in the paints neck. A crushing grip no one was going to get free. He locked his front legs . He crunched and he bled.
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