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Post by RUSH on Apr 6, 2007 21:48:36 GMT -5
Tilting her head lightly, Feather examined the newcomers. She only lifted it to watch them, for a brief few moments, then turn her noggin downwards and resided to grazing again. Rose, instead, kept her head down and didn't even care to take a glance. They didn't deserve that of her.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Apr 7, 2007 14:58:03 GMT -5
The deviless snorted and lashed her whipcords. She was amused by his show. Flicking her auds, she examined the brute's herd. Almost pathetic, she mused, but not weak. It will do. Her optics gazed to his.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 24, 2007 18:35:57 GMT -5
OOC: can u delete your last posts? I wasn't on for a while because i couldn't get to my computer.
His piercing lanterns stared back. He would not, could not, back down to a mare. Her colors and dependant spirit intrigued his emotions though. The painted stallion barely moved his head to get a glimpse of HIS herd. Boy, was it nice to say that. Duke had not had a herd since he was three, for that was three years ago. He was aging, but you can't stop time. There was nothing you could do to stop your natural time on earth. He shook his free-spirited mane and then walked up. Mistress. What's your name? He addressed her politely, but did not expect anything in return.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Apr 24, 2007 23:11:29 GMT -5
{(yea i deleted them. hehe, it was fun to make her stubborn, though!)}
A split second, she wondered what the excessive politeness might mean. Was he interested in her, was he desperate for another herd member, was he just playing,... Bored with thinking, she decided to go with it; see what came up. I am called Dacotah. {(I'm changing her name... I don't like it.)} She eyed the two mares he posessed. The smoke-washed one was sweet and gentle, from what she had seen. I can't believe this brute would choose an angelic fea for to be his queen. Sweet disgusted her. The other one was more her kind. A little rebellious and critical. Just like me. A smile played across her maw. They would be good friends. Bored with that, and vaguely curious about the champion before her, she turned back to him. What do they call you?
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 25, 2007 17:52:08 GMT -5
A wicked smile played across his face, but only for a brief second. Inching toward her, he was now standing beside her. No, he was not interested in her, nor playing. He was not desperate, this was just his temperment. his sugury sweat cover could easily be decieved. He saw her look on Feather and then on Rose. The gray one, Feather. The other, Rose. And my name? Well, you will find out in time... Snaking his tail around his back legs, he then whipped it upright cracking it in the air. A small blaze of glory burned in his saphire eyes.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Apr 25, 2007 20:28:51 GMT -5
Irritation swept over her. You will find out in time. What was that supposed to mean? She had given him her tag, why should he treat her any different? She reined in her anger. She would not be controlled by it. Your equines are lovely. Feather is a fine lead. As she nickered, she sidestepped slightly away from him. She would not be claimed that easily. She wished to see just how much he wanted her to be his.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 25, 2007 20:33:47 GMT -5
He sneered, his disposition congruent to hers. Lead? I have no mate! Yet. He whispered to himself. He side-stepped, reaching his boa around her rump, nipping the side of her flanks, but retreating quickly enough to avoid being kicked. Duke of Hazard. Duke of Hazards...mind yourself.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Apr 25, 2007 20:36:01 GMT -5
She wheeled and lunged as if to strike him. She was infuriated. This stag, this Duke... why, he was no different than the others. Wanting her for the sole reason just to have her. She was sick of being treated like an object. Eyes still blazing, she turned to look straight at him, nostrils flaring.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 25, 2007 20:41:11 GMT -5
alrighty!
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Post by RUSH on Apr 26, 2007 9:55:49 GMT -5
Feather wisked her banner against her haunches, and moved to the shade of a nearby tree. She didn't stray far, not at all. She Drifted her optics lightly, though still watched the herd. And the shadows. She could never forget about them. Rose stayed were she pleased, her noggin continued to shoot downward to grasp the jaded grass, and chew them in a casual motion. Her thoughts wondered, wondered into deep thought.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on Apr 26, 2007 20:25:49 GMT -5
{(just so's you know that i did modify the post... yea, just so's you know.)}
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Post by ::Sam:: on Apr 27, 2007 19:44:31 GMT -5
Duke laughed, raising his eyebrows. and of course, she was stupid like the otehrs. Thinking he liked her. Self-absorbed, suck up, stupid. He watched her throw a mini temper tantrum and raised his ears. Her silly expression was comical and he just blinked. The painted stallion lifted his front mass off the ground and then came back down, in a playful expression. He trotted forward, nippd her neck, bucked playfully and then dissapeared down the slope. Her choice to follow.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on May 17, 2007 23:47:07 GMT -5
Preparing to blow up, she planted all fours on the terra, then bunched her haunches as if she were to try to backflip. Then paused. He wanted this. He enjoyed it. She even believed she glimpsed humor in his optic as he passed. Narrowing her own, she silently relaxed and trod after him, one hoofbeat every so often. Finally halting. Lowering crania to terra to crop the turf. [/size]
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Post by ::Sam:: on May 30, 2007 19:41:50 GMT -5
Duke was pleased with his progress. He had nearly a full herd! If he added a few foals, then he could completely move on with his life. He looked over his mares, trying to decide their rankings in his mind. He thought that a leader should definatly be strong, but she should also be considerate, being able to care after sick or young ones.
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Post by dah -->> LESLIE <<-- on May 31, 2007 18:59:06 GMT -5
((I'm renaming her: Day by Day, nickname Day, obviously. If anyone has the same name for their horse, oh well it won't be that big of a deal. If it's truly life-and-death important, I'll change it...))
All the time, pale green optics glance over them all. She was considered his now. No longer a pathetic outcast. Hmph she snorted They probably still see me as a pathetic outcast. Nothing new. Her gaze flicked over the other members. Resting on Rose. She was her type. Slowly plodded over to the fiery flicka. [/size]
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