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Post by Shillings on Jun 6, 2006 23:15:42 GMT -5
The jet black mare cantered in. She let out a high whiny to let everyone know she was there. She reared and whinnied again, this time louder. She touched the soft ground and sniffed at the air. The lead stallion was near. She didn't know who he was, or if there was a lead mare, but she didn't care. She trotted over to the oddly shaped stream. She lowered her head and drank. Her ears flicked back. She head rose from the stream. She turned around but nothing was there. She whinnied a call for the lead stallion to come and meet her. Her beautiful ebony tail soared out behind her as she nibbled at some grass. She knew this place was evil. She liked it, for this beautiful mare was evil. She did not show it, but looks may be deceiving. She stopped and stood proudly waiting for this stallion.
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Post by silverdreams on Jun 18, 2006 0:06:01 GMT -5
Barren ground rumbled with every puncture that was carved into the virgin soil by Satans merciless daggers. Eyes ragged with anger and menace as he smelt the scent of another 'quine on his land. Audits ran smooth against his neck, in and evil ebonite embrace.......till he saw the intruder was a fae.
He snorted, a smoke-like substance was emitted from his nares and her tucked his chin to his chest. Though his ears still laid flat on his heavily muscled neck, his eyes held a curiousness that rarely got to show itself. They still danced with the bodices of demons, but stared ahead at the unsuspecting mare with a fascination. Long had it been since his land had been home to a mare of such the breed of his own. Hopfully by now he had made himself more than noticed........
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Post by silverdreams on Jul 23, 2006 19:52:26 GMT -5
(are you going to reply?)
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