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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 20, 2006 11:35:49 GMT -5
He tried to stop her, pulling on her locks with his ivories. He looked at her cut. He licked it, grooming her pelt to calm and soothe her.
Doesn't look so good Mistle! Maybe you should lie down!
He said, concerned about his mate.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 20, 2006 15:47:59 GMT -5
Mistle snorted, her reaction of leaving her alone automatic, then she softened her features, No, its nothing. she said quietly, stretching her side.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 21, 2006 10:16:40 GMT -5
He snorted, feeling that she never wanted his help. He didn't mind, it was up to her, her wishes if she did not want to stop.
Ok, but if you feel any worse then please do tell me, m'love.
He replied, his pace matching hers perfectly.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 21, 2006 11:41:44 GMT -5
She smiled a little that he understood her, she winced a little as her skin was stretched where she had cut it, but she lengthened out very slowly and cautiously into a more loping canter, almost galloping.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 23, 2006 6:36:40 GMT -5
He flew after her, watching her movements carefully so if she felt weak or needed to stop he'd be there! He kept a good few strides behind. His long ebon lovks dancing with the wind.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 23, 2006 11:28:59 GMT -5
Mistle felt wrong, something was up, she knew she had to stop, she skidded quickly to a stop, going infront of her mate incase he hadn't seen it, she looked forward at her halt, seeing the dark pit she may have fallen into.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 23, 2006 13:10:24 GMT -5
He slid to a complete stop. Gazing at her with his orbs, concerned.
What is it?
He asked. He walked over to her before peering down the pit. Slightly confused. He nuzzled Mistle, checking that she was O.K more than anything.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 23, 2006 16:02:43 GMT -5
She almost rolled her eyes, if it hadn't been a fairly serious situation, We might've fallen down tha pit, did you see it? she said, her voice quiet.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 24, 2006 10:14:04 GMT -5
He tossed his dial and flicked his long ebon banner, shaking his nape.
If you hadn't stopped m'love, I wouldn't of until the last moment!
He replied, he stared curiously at it with his gentle orbs, searching for an answer underneath.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 24, 2006 15:08:44 GMT -5
She turned her gaze, in a way changing the subject, she sniffed and walked along it, looking for a more narrow piece which she could jump.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 25, 2006 10:36:49 GMT -5
He tried to judge the distance, it didn't look too easy to jump. If he could jump it, mistle could! He thrust his chest and turned on his heels cantering away from the hole. A good bit away he turned and sprung into a fast canter, approaching the hole, he concentrated hard, ready to take-off, he neared closer to the dip.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 25, 2006 14:13:26 GMT -5
She watched him curiously, then cantering off and jumping a different part, she launched herself and scrabbled the other side, just making it, she stopped on the other side and smiled at him.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 25, 2006 16:48:35 GMT -5
He gave a small leap before the jump, his hinds and fores as one as he sprung off the edge. Soaring over it and just making it on the other side. He slid to a halt infront of Mistle and smirked, trying to impress her.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 25, 2006 17:06:23 GMT -5
She smiled, Ooo very impressive. she breathed, cantering quickly off and spinning around, smiling devilishly, wanting him to follow.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 26, 2006 1:46:39 GMT -5
He broke into a canter and chased after her grinning cheekily.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 26, 2006 10:48:38 GMT -5
There was a thick branch about the top of her neck, she ducked low and cantered again after it, making sure she didn't scratch herself again, wondering if she should sleep soon or not.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 26, 2006 13:06:21 GMT -5
He bobbed his dial, lowering it but keeping in a good pace. He rose again after passing the branch. He flew after Mistle, slightly wondering when she'd stop.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 27, 2006 12:40:16 GMT -5
She snorted to herself, she would not stop now, another very large log lay in her way, but somehow this was different, she launched herself into the air, like all the other times, only just seeing the water, she almost landed shakily on the other side but her leg got stuck in the hidden mud, she tripped and fell, banging her head into a tree, her body went limp as she passed out.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 27, 2006 13:22:41 GMT -5
Mistle!
Called Echo, he lunged over the log and cleared the mud. Sliding to a halt and turning on his heels. He whinnied and nuzzled her, she was cold. He scanned her bodice with his caring orbs, checking for any injuries. She had a few scratches and brusies but her leg was stuck. He snorted and pranced into the mud. He nudged her leg with his maw, underneath the thick blanket of mud. He nosed her leg again, it was slowly riggling clear. He snorted, clearing the mud from his nostrils.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 28, 2006 13:25:32 GMT -5
Her breathing seemed laboured, as if hard for her, she still lay limp, showing no signs of waking, but her leg slowly came free, thanks to Echo, her rib cage heaved slowly, getting slower and slower and she breathed less often, even her usually pricked ears were floppy.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 29, 2006 9:20:04 GMT -5
He panicked, but managing to releave her from the mud. He gathered her up and placed her large chalk bodice on his strong back (like on Spirit! ) And began to canter smoothly as possible, to stop her from moving and losing balance, towards a land he knew, but not very well.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 29, 2006 15:55:18 GMT -5
((Yeah!))
She snorted softly, without any input from herself, she slid a little on her mates back but not too much considering what was happening.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on May 1, 2006 16:10:51 GMT -5
He found a quiet spot in the forest and slid her gently off his back. He lay by her quietly, nuzzling her nape with his soft maw. He opened his vocals loudly and called for someone to help...
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Post by crimsonite on May 2, 2006 5:21:50 GMT -5
The mare still had her eyes shut, everything about her seemed stopped, her breathing was a little slower than usual, she was finding it hard, a little while later she opened her eyes just to a slit, her vision was blurry and everything hurt, also she couldn't remember where she was.
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on May 2, 2006 10:26:26 GMT -5
Mirage flew into the lands, daggers thundering over the turf, banner flying behind her chalk bodice, locks dancing by her arched nape. She called again, hearing Echo. She snorted and galloped over to where Mistle lay, Echo protecting her. She slid to a halt and nickered.
What happened Echo?
Exclaimed Mirage, worried. She pranced over to the other white mare and lowered her dial, nudging the almost-lifeless body with her maw.
Echo snorted and nudged Mirage, thanking her for coming, but also noticing Mistle was slowly opening her orbs.
Look Mir!
He gestured tossing his dial, his locks flying around his nape.
Mirage nodded and looked, a sigh of relief swept her fine bodice, she sighed aloud.
She is waking up but is still very cold! Share your body heat, Echo!
Suggested Mirage, touching Mistle's shoulder and feeling the coldness run through her veins. She snorted loudly and nickered.
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