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Post by crimsonite on Mar 21, 2006 16:56:26 GMT -5
The grey fae trotted into the terra, she reared and flicked her mane as she nickered for th' lead, she was a friesen x arabian, giving 'er a grey color.
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Post by cammy on Mar 21, 2006 17:01:40 GMT -5
Black cantered swiftly in, orbs quickly searching out for the one who sent the nicker, and finding 'er just as swiftly.
"What be your curse, wench?", he hissed, optics moving over her frame.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 21, 2006 17:02:41 GMT -5
She snorted as he dared call 'er wench, Arctic Weather, generally they dont call me wench, are you lead? she asked 'im.
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Post by cammy on Mar 21, 2006 17:06:02 GMT -5
He nodded his head. "That I be. Do you wish to join the herd?" he asked in a soft hiss.
(doesn't wench mean mare? I have not been RPing for quite a while before I joined this RPG and it is my first time as a dark... LOL)
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 22, 2006 11:18:56 GMT -5
((Wench is generally means weak mare, someone who is not respected, fae is used for a mare that is not presumed as weak, took me awhile to work it all out too!))
She smiled slightly and pricked 'er auds curiously as 'e asked 'er, Arctic wasn't used to other 'quines accepting 'er, rather than beating 'er away from the terra. Sh' nodded to 'im, Yes I do. sh' said gently, 'er tone softened a little.
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Post by cammy on Mar 22, 2006 16:22:33 GMT -5
"And you are of the dark alliance?" breathed Black. He did want more mares for the herd, and his harks twisted, wondering. The fae's talk was rather fine for a dark.
(LOL i used to RP like 9 months ago but I kinda forgot most of the words... anyways, this is my 1st time as a dark.)
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 22, 2006 16:40:04 GMT -5
Impure 2-beated in....the noises had atracted her attention. She went to Blacks side and looked the mare up and down, part Friesian indeed.....but not of pure blood, a half-breed. She pinned her ears slightly for she was never one to give respect to a half-breed, for they did not deserve a pure-bloods respect.
" What is your name wench? " Impure hissed at her, auds still pinned
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Post by cammy on Mar 22, 2006 16:58:56 GMT -5
Black's orbs searched the femme's figure, finally detecting a flaw.. She was a half breed. He should have noticed earlier. A slight smirk filled his mug. But perhaps she still had a chance.. Perhaps. An evil red gleam glinted in his eye. If she proved dark anough. A slim chance to earn their respect.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 23, 2006 6:55:56 GMT -5
She snorted quietly as he dared ask her the question of her alliance, Ofcourse I am dark, not many lights round here unfortunately. she muttered the last part, looking up slightly as another mare entered, Probably the lead... she thought, thinking how snooty she seemed, she must be a pure bred after all, she finally spoke to her, Arctic Weather, you? no trace of fear could be heard in her voice, not that sha carried any.
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Post by cammy on Mar 23, 2006 10:43:34 GMT -5
"My curse is Black and I am the lead stallion here", he hissed, a slight smirk taking over his facade. He stamped his hind daggar, clawing into the earth's hardy flesh. The muscles rippled under his raven hued pelt and he slashed his whipcord impatiently across his heavily muscles flanks. He stood proudly, crania high, orbs observing the half-breed. She looked much friesian, he though. Though there was a definate trace of arab in her frame.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 23, 2006 11:45:48 GMT -5
Arctic made no noise but she could tell they didn't like her, she hated the way other 'quines would hate her just for being half-bred, sometimes she wished she hadn't been born.
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Post by cammy on Mar 23, 2006 12:17:03 GMT -5
Black sent a glance to Impure, clearly asking her opinion. They did need more faes for the herd, but half breed... He was not so sure. The look he flashed Impure told of this, though he was willing to consider if she was a true dark. A very slight chance for her to prove herself. If she was of the truest dark alliance perhaps she had a place in the herd. Possible. Maybe.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 23, 2006 12:50:48 GMT -5
Arctic glanced round the dark forest and couldn't hide her smile as she saw the shaodws it engulfed, they were where she loved to play, she wondered when the mare would reply, though it wasn't all she thought about, the fae had other things in life to deal with. She paced a little on her feet, out of impatience her father had given her than fear of being rejected.
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 23, 2006 18:35:30 GMT -5
Impure glanced at her annoyed for being impatient. She nodded at Black, she would accept her into the herd, but she would not stand for him passing his pure genes onto a half-breed......perhaps another stag in the herd, not Legacy for sure, maybe Francis...........
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Post by cammy on Mar 23, 2006 20:00:27 GMT -5
Black sent a cold glance to the fae, decision made. She could be in the herd, but he would not breed to her. She was half breed, and impure was his mate anyway.. Not that she showed signs of wanting to breed.. Black swept these thoughts away, as he was drifting off topic.
"You may join the herd.", hissed black, galloping off.
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 23, 2006 21:40:47 GMT -5
Impure sighed, and began to walk away....she was 2 or 3 days into heat and her scent began to seep.
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Post by crimsonite on Mar 24, 2006 13:38:04 GMT -5
Arctic slowly nodded as Black accepted her, she could tell a little what they were thinking, she was a loner and had been that way, the herd would be her only company and she bolted into a canter, thrashing around harshly adn her feet touched the ground, she wandered over to where the herd was, thinking of seeing others.
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