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Post by johnske01 on Oct 24, 2006 20:02:19 GMT -5
He defied her gaze with his own steady watch. It was not so much a glare as it was just a look. But would she care to tell the difference. Only time would tell. He remained at his vantage point, his ears pricked forward as he watched her. Waiting for her. But for what? To speak maybe, or to leave perhaps.
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Post by RUSH on Oct 24, 2006 20:27:51 GMT -5
She snorted nad twitched her auds unsure of wether too show agression or ignorance. She shook her mane with a loud snort unafraid of the stag she said a bit of hiss in her voice, "have you claimed this cold terra?" her daggers padded t the earth a she aproached a few steps but she had stopped. She looked aorund her breath staining hte icy cold air
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Post by johnske01 on Oct 24, 2006 20:30:06 GMT -5
This dark mare would be of no use to him. Why did she use the word cold anyway? Anybody could feel the tempurature and see the snow. It was obvious. I have. His voice cut the air like a thousand needles, peircing the sky and burning the ground. He watched her take those steps in dismay, 'twas a pain really to have another here, he preferred silence.
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Post by RUSH on Oct 24, 2006 20:32:09 GMT -5
"hm" she said with a snort and blew through her lips and said, "do you like cold places?"
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Post by johnske01 on Oct 24, 2006 20:39:33 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes in boredom, if he did not like the cold, then why would he claim this land?Perhaps.
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Post by RUSH on Oct 24, 2006 22:50:55 GMT -5
"hm." she repeated with a snort and swished her tail irratated a stag was here she twitched her ears then looked around watching a deer sprint away at the sound of a coyote yapping not knowing what to say
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Post by johnske01 on Oct 25, 2006 16:56:50 GMT -5
His ears did not swivel as hers did at the noise, it did not startle him in the slightest. This monosyllabic mare was rather simple-minded so far. He sighed and shifted his weight slightly, keeping his deep pools trained on her form.
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Post by RUSH on Oct 25, 2006 21:14:18 GMT -5
She twitched her auds in uncertainy then snorted and coninued to walk towards somewere and just swished her tail glancing at the stag whom watched her.
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Post by johnske01 on Oct 26, 2006 17:10:32 GMT -5
He wondered where she might be going on his lands. She was not free to wander here. He could attack her and be justified for it.
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Post by RUSH on Oct 26, 2006 17:54:35 GMT -5
She snorted and shook her mane and walked upon a frozen lake and sniffeda t its ice breathing her warm breath onto it. She walked on it nad walked to the middle of it looking down at somethign in the water.
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 13, 2006 18:34:08 GMT -5
What are you doing in my territory? He voice broke the cold and unwelcoming silence that a thousand needles. His breath fogged before his face. The winter was young, as was the ice, and moment and it would break.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 13, 2006 18:56:43 GMT -5
"whatever I please." she said with a ride wisk of her tail then trotted away and dissapeared into the shadows then apeared on a far hill digging through the snow.
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 13, 2006 19:17:06 GMT -5
Leave or join. This was his game and he always won. So whatever this mare may think, she was wrong, oh so very wrong.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 13, 2006 19:22:17 GMT -5
The red flaming goddess had seen the stalion and mare from afar. she swished her ebony banner as is flowed behind her. The fly fell to the ground, unmoving. Like her life. Unmoving. She kicked up her heels as small fillies and colts strayed to close. She trotted towards him and stopped a few meters from him. He was obviously in a sour mood and didn't want conversation. So she would wait. Patience was her middle name. Mars lowered her nose so she could see the two out of ht corner of her eye.
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 13, 2006 19:24:49 GMT -5
Did she think he would not notice the orange on his white? The imperfect mark upon his canvas? He flicked his head skyward, raising himself above all else, keen amber eyes watched her, another suitor perhaps. He prayed to his religious beings not. He remained silent, as was his way, not to disturb the nature around as she had. To live in cooperative peace with his creator. Why the hell not?
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