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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 13, 2006 19:30:32 GMT -5
Mars didnt' speak. This was her king. The king of the terra. He was to be respected. She bowed her dial low, accepting HIS dominance. She waved her head back and forth, keeping her eyes averted from his. she had no aggresstion towards him. Her imperfect breeding stuck out now. HEr arab blood mixed with the mustang made an interesting shape and size.
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 13, 2006 19:33:16 GMT -5
He sighed and bent down to graze some more. What use was it of him for a mare to come to his terra? They always came, by the herds, by the droves, byt the bushels. They came to be queen, but he denied them all. It was a vow. So long ago had he taken the vow. The vow for his heart to remain pure, for the mixtures of love to be cast aside. He would not break it now. He never would.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 13, 2006 19:36:40 GMT -5
Mars finally spoke. You are the king...I wish for a home in your terrace. Her voice was firm, and self confident. Mars could always choose another terrace if this 'king' decided he was to good for her. HEr striking appearance boomed out against the white flecks of snow on the grass. She finally snapped her head up and backed up a few steps, as in retreating in power. This king was one to be respected unless you wanted a severe punishment. She understood that and would never change her mind.
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 13, 2006 19:40:06 GMT -5
A mistake. That's what it would be to accept another into the herd. The land would be overgrazed in a heartbeat. The snow did not accept many horses, would she prove able to withstand the cold that claimed so many bodies. She had better, because there was no turning back now, Upon this ridge, you may rest. But tell me, what is you calling? For I am dubbed Black Magic.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 13, 2006 19:51:18 GMT -5
She nodded as the words proccessed in her brain. Her sleek bodice was covered with a winter coat thicker than the down on a duckling. I am called Mars, The God of War. Her words were as slick as ice. Cold, down to the point, no stupid story that went with her name, just the hard truth,
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 13, 2006 19:54:26 GMT -5
He let the name roll over him, it was a name reserved for the steeds, but on occaision, a mare may bare it - as was here. He tilted his head and looked her over carefully, unnatural amber eyes following her every tress, every tendon, every hair on her pelt. Nodding, she would survive the harsh climate just fine. The black stallion cast a look over his shoulder to the mare on the ice, it would be almost perfect for the ice to crack, not break, just crack.
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 13, 2006 19:58:36 GMT -5
Mars's peircing blue eyes cast over the mare on the ice. She looked to pure for this terra. The flaming ruby goddess let out a scoff as she slipped and slid on the ice. Obviously, she was not trained properly. Mars had been educated greatly by her leaneage about everything she knew about the wild. How to survive the harshest climates. Her gave faltered, then jumped to Black Magic. He was well prepared for the white wonders...a thick pelt covered him. The look of him just gave off the idea that he was a strong stallion. She looked away quickly and lowered her head to snip at the little grass they had left.
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Post by RUSH on Nov 14, 2006 0:54:18 GMT -5
(I wanted my mare too be his mare and queen and all that...but apparently thats not going too happen now.)
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 14, 2006 1:29:13 GMT -5
((it still might, nothing has happened yet))
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 14, 2006 20:01:25 GMT -5
OOC: *clears throat* post...lol
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Post by RUSH on Nov 14, 2006 20:33:40 GMT -5
(I don't want too read your posts. So I guess im gonna stop posting even though I really wanna.*sigh*)
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 14, 2006 21:33:41 GMT -5
(( do what you want Rush)) ((sorry sammie, here we go))
The king raised his dial to the sky, his eyes peering into the light of the day. Though the sun shone in it's full beauty, it was not enough, never would be enough, to melt the permafrost that encompased the land, his land. He blinked in the faint warmth, it was comforting to know that he was not alone in this bleak, cold world, for it was like this in all of the terra's, not just his. He sighed and leveled his head, gazing at the mare in interest, it was quite sudden that she had come. Why?
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Post by RUSH on Nov 15, 2006 1:06:48 GMT -5
((what happened?I really wanted too post and have my mare become his queen and such...then sammie buts in and I really don't want too read all teh crap.Sorry im really grumpy)
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 15, 2006 8:39:49 GMT -5
((Rush, why are you telling us this? We know what happened. We don't need a play by play))
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 15, 2006 16:17:31 GMT -5
OOC: Rush, I didn't BUTT in...horses come into new terras all the time. Plus, what we post isn't crap. You mare can still be his king, or whatever you want...I dont' care!
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