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Post by ::Sam:: on Jun 21, 2007 9:59:50 GMT -5
The painted stallion paced up and down, skimming the ground with his light hooves. He was worried. But what about? He stopped his frantic motions, raised his crania and called out a shrill note to all of his herd members. He needed them. There was something coming. But what?
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Post by RUSH on Jun 21, 2007 18:43:32 GMT -5
A soft beat enchanted the air that layed between them. A radiant grey approached, and the slim frame slid to a sturdy stop before the brute. Her leader. Becoming trustworthy with her was an easy thing, as she was utterly loyal. She had never strayed one step of the land, nor spoke to any tresspassers. Swaying in the safety of the herd, she was careful not to be stolen though she missed her old leader she loved this new one as well. To the lovley maidin, he seemed disstressed and worried. Peircing optics searched him over, hoping he was alright. Worry filled her own mind, and she let out a light rumble, nicker, toward him to let him know she was here. She was here for him, in whatever he pleased for her to aid him with. Her trust lay with him, with his decisions and actions.
[craaaap sorry. >< ]
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