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Post by cammy on May 12, 2006 18:38:11 GMT -5
The injured stag walked slowly into his home terra. Ruby stained his barrel, dripping lightly onto the loam. His injuries were not severe, however. A whinny exploded from his mug, for Impure. He was home.
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Post by silverdreams on May 12, 2006 20:33:33 GMT -5
Impure cantered over at the sight of her stag, she immeadiatly nuzzled him and then went to work at his wound. She cleaned his wound, her soft pinked tongue slowly carressing and easing away the blood and pain from the gash on his rump. When the bleeding had ended she stopped licking his wound and returned to nuzzle him.
Diablo stared in pride, his father had fought and won. He had the strongest father throughout the land. Though he looked away so not to seem so light.
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Post by cammy on May 12, 2006 20:36:50 GMT -5
Black smiled lightly and nuzzled Impure as she cleaned his wounds. Her pink tongue slipping over his raw rump soothed his pain, that easy rhythme. His gaze fell to Diablo for a split second, and then back to Impure. He nudged her gently and hissed Shall we return to the herd? in low, quiet tones. Even injured, the stud was lordly, almost. His dial was held high, audits erect, orbs commanding.
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Post by silverdreams on May 12, 2006 20:44:25 GMT -5
" Yes " she said slowly walking with him to the rest of the herd.
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Post by cammy on May 12, 2006 22:16:12 GMT -5
He followed, feeling pretty good despite his injuries.
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