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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 17, 2006 11:15:34 GMT -5
The brown pelted stag thrust himself onto an open stretch of grazing, sprinting at the top of his sped like a Thoroughbred galloping towards the finishing post! He slowed down and began to prance in a circle, his nostrils flared, his orbs bright and wide. He halted, his dial held high, his ebon locks hanging over his arched nape. He carried his banner high, full of pride and strength. He whinnied calling for any faes in the area....
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 23, 2006 11:59:10 GMT -5
The dappled grey arabian trotted into the lands, she nickered back to the stag she heard, slowly trotting over to him, she smiled and stopped, lowering her head to graze.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 23, 2006 12:06:33 GMT -5
Echo turned, slightly lost in the fae's beauty. He tossed his head causing his locks to dance. He pranced over to the fae. He smiled.
Hello fae, I be Echo of Thunder, lead of this herd!
He said, thrusting his chest, he scanned around the lands, his orbs looking at nothing but grass and trees. It was not a herd he owned, there was nothing.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 23, 2006 12:08:37 GMT -5
Mistle smiled nervously, she cared nothing for what 'quines owned, only in their personalities, Hello Echo of Thunder, I be Mistle Toe, call me Mistle. she said softly, barely glancing to where he had.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 23, 2006 12:18:12 GMT -5
He smiled, he liked this fae by her looks and personality. He lowered his dialstraing into Mistle's orbs with his.
You can call me Echo, m'lady!
He said politely.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 23, 2006 12:20:29 GMT -5
The dappled grey arabian smiled quietly at him as he spoke so nicely to her, Nice name. she said softly, easing the words off her tongue.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 23, 2006 13:33:40 GMT -5
He smiled, she seemed polite and beautiful. His orbs seemed lost in hers, he found his heart beat fast almost popping out his chest!
Do you have a mate?
He asked, heading straight for the point.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 24, 2006 13:41:32 GMT -5
Mistle smiled but showed no emotion to his question, trotting playfully round him, waiting for him to be tensed before she answered, after a few minutes she slowed to a halt before him and nuzzled under his face, quickly pulling it away, No. she whispered.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 26, 2006 10:32:01 GMT -5
A feel of relief trickled through his blood. He smiled and nodded. He tossed his dial and began to prance around the mare, playfully, showing off by carrying his banner high, arching his nape and flaring his nostrils. It made him look strong and handsome.
Do you want a mate, m'lady?
He asked throwing a little leap and a springy jump.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 26, 2006 13:26:42 GMT -5
Mistle smiled to him slightly, watching his foolishly wonderful behaviour towards her as he spoke, she nipped him gently on his withers and reared, nickering loudly to show she has strong herself, I might. she whispered daintily, trotting after him quickly, striding out well with her long arabian legs.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 26, 2006 13:44:09 GMT -5
Echo turned on his heels and sprung off his powerful hinds, rearing. His height had almost doubled. He whinnied playfully and began to prance again, showing his elegance.
((brb awa 4 ma tea))
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 26, 2006 13:49:35 GMT -5
((Kay))
Mistle smiled and reared with him, quickly pulling herself down again before the stag saw her fighting scars, she cantered after him quickly, knowing she wanted him as a mate more than anyone else.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 26, 2006 14:26:42 GMT -5
He moved into a swift canter and disappeared into a woodland area. He followed a track that led into the centre of the trees. A fallen tree was on the path, it must of fallen with the storms that had been happening lately. He sprung off his hinds, neatly tucking his forelegs underneath him. He flew over it and returned to a halt in a small clearing. Waiting for Mistle.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 26, 2006 14:31:24 GMT -5
The fae danced round on her light legs, for some reason no mud showed on her legs as she reared up and danced a circle, then she cantered off and back into the woods, rounding over the log like a trainted horse. She stretched out her front pillars and touched the ground softly, bringing her back legs back to the floor.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 26, 2006 14:47:37 GMT -5
Echo watched as the fae moved swiftly and gracefully, he smiled, she was so perfect!!
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 26, 2006 14:50:09 GMT -5
Mistle trotted round him, lifting her tail to show her scent that she was in heat, she didn't want foals, just yet, but she wanted to tease him.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 26, 2006 14:52:36 GMT -5
Echo's nostrils flared at the scent of a sweet fae. He nickered and pawed at the ground eagerly. He tossed is dial, his locks swishing everywhere. He snorted and tried to stop her. His maw touching hers, he blew softly, his orbs not leaving hers.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 26, 2006 14:58:17 GMT -5
The young mare pranced back a bit, licking his nose lovingly and gazing into his eyes, then walking off a little, her arab tail even higher, her white hairs glistened in the moonlight, the light was leaving them and the dark was getting closer, making Mistle almost seem mythical.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 26, 2006 15:02:40 GMT -5
Echo's gaze never left the fae. As the sun disappeared in the sky he noticed that Mistle looked like a hornless unicorn or a wingless pegasus. She never stopped amazing him.
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Post by cammy on Mar 26, 2006 15:23:20 GMT -5
Rhythme twice-stepped in, her floating movement carrying her easily across the terra. Her orbs were drawn to the pair. She watched them a second, but thought they might want privacy. She needed to declare her presence, though, so that they didn't think she was spying. She let out a short, soft song. Sorrow and happiness were entwined in it, and she sent it to Echo.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 26, 2006 15:25:35 GMT -5
The brown pelted stag slightly disturbed switched his glance from Mistle to Rhythme who had juts entered. He gave a small whinny back, returning the call and permitting Rhythme to enter.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 26, 2006 15:41:11 GMT -5
Misle turned to the stranger mare, she smiled and nickered to her to show she was there too, though she had no idea who the mare was.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 26, 2006 15:44:28 GMT -5
Echo switched his glance from Mistle to Rhythme.
What is it Rhythme?
He asked not meaning to sound rude.
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Post by cammy on Mar 26, 2006 16:09:24 GMT -5
Rhythme bowed her dial, hoping she wasn't intruding.
I just wish to apoligize for any greif I have caused you and wonder if you can forgive me. Casanova left me for Mirage, and I thought I really aught to give you my full apologie.
She shifted her weight, trying to sneak a glance at Echo, but deciding it was much easier to examine the emerald-spread ground.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 27, 2006 10:18:12 GMT -5
Echo smiled, he was glad that things had worked out for his sister and the stag she truly loved. He then turned to Rhythme, she seemed upset and slightly lonely. He flicked his high-held banner and turned to Mistle. He nickered to her lovingly before returning his glance to the fae that had just entered.
I accept your apology Rhythme and I do forgive you, but you see, you did not give me grief. You found a stag you liked better than me, 'tis doesn't matter to me. But I too, have found a fae I like better.
He replied, softly. He didn't want to upset her but just to let her know that he had found someone he loved.
However, you may reside in my herd if you wish.
He continued quickly, shifting his weight uncomfortably.
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