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Post by RUSH on Nov 17, 2006 18:45:39 GMT -5
(Just stop.) She wandered off into the murky shadowy forest twitching her ears. She felt unwanted here, as always. She had been chased away from the place she grew up in and loved so much. She just ignored the others as if they were air only taking in the stags words. not the other femmes. She then came on the other side of the terra then just began too look around for something too eat. She dug at the snow and found a little bit of grass, with a little bit of weed and just ate at it not caring if it was good tasting or not. If it ment survival of the fittest she would do so. (ok...I feel really unwanted posting here myself...I just have a feeling...)
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 17, 2006 19:22:01 GMT -5
OOC: stop what? We aren't doing anything...I will wait for Jonske
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Post by RUSH on Nov 17, 2006 19:43:36 GMT -5
(the : Whatever. stuff. plz i don't wanna fight or anything. And i know yet again too wait..._
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 19, 2006 10:32:54 GMT -5
OOC: Free of speech
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 19, 2006 20:30:46 GMT -5
((*laughs at both*))
Black Magic had his own to hold, he had to keep a keen eye on both of the mares. He knew as well as they what they were doing and for now he would allow it. They were not hurting anything, were they? He turned to the vix of war, M'lady, there is nothing more to be done. He furhter ignored any more comments that were to be said of her, a suck-up was what she was. He now faced the winds of the black in the shadows. He had spent a year in the shadow's and they were his friend's as was the silence. He took a step towards her, nothing more, just a step, just enough to signal that he wished to speak with her. Those with the darkest histories oftentimes are the most interesting of horsefolk, if no the most shy, as she was. He lowered his head and raised it, the king spoke, What is your calling vix?
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 19, 2006 20:41:12 GMT -5
OOC: dam your good
Mars ignored him as well. Do what he wish. She trotted a bits off, lowering her head so she could sniff the snow, almost playing in it. She slid to a stop once the ice had left and soft snow was allt hat was under her. She pawed at the white wonders, sending them flying. She lay down in the stuff, covering her massive pelt with white specks. She rolled almost onto the other side of her back. When the snow got all over her bodice and she was contented with her works, she arose to her pistons. She shook her frame, sending snow flying everywhere. She trotted foward, not going anywhere, just ambling along a cobblestone path.
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 19, 2006 20:43:56 GMT -5
((hehe, 6 years of practice))
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 19, 2006 21:09:41 GMT -5
OOC: GRRRR. lol.waiting for Rush
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Post by RUSH on Nov 20, 2006 20:28:18 GMT -5
(tee hee) She snapped her arabian nape around turning her facade towards him her liquid orbs glistening against the moonlight that begun too arrive against the skye, lightening everything with its glow. She twitched her ears avoiding too prick them towards the stag and said, "Teardrop.."
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 20, 2006 20:33:59 GMT -5
OOC: Johnske, your turn
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 20, 2006 20:34:37 GMT -5
((hang on for a bit))
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Post by ::Sam:: on Nov 20, 2006 20:36:28 GMT -5
OOC: a okay
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 20, 2006 20:36:46 GMT -5
His eyebrows arched slightly - she probably could not tell. What a name for a charred one, what a name. He tossed his head abrubtly, it was a sign, of what? Would she understand it. If not, he would innunciate it, Come forth, Teardrop. Come into the light. Tell me, Why have you been dubbed so?
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Post by RUSH on Nov 20, 2006 20:40:52 GMT -5
"A wise mare came and raised me...then was killed. She named me it because she found me..crying...and it made her cry..thats why." she said softly looking away. She missed her a lot, she was like a mother too her.
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Post by johnske01 on Nov 20, 2006 20:42:25 GMT -5
His gaze seemed to soften a bit, his eyes not as hard, was it possible that this stalliom had a heart deep down. That he had a soul who yearned to get out of the darkness, a soul that wanted to shine in the sun. He bobbed his head lightly, How Fitting.
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