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Post by crimsonite on Apr 25, 2006 17:08:39 GMT -5
Midnight hated himself in a way for loosing that battle, but nothing could be done now, he cantered round and glanced at spirits, curious of them.
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Post by cammy on Apr 25, 2006 23:17:26 GMT -5
Rhythme followed, wondering why Midnight wanted to come here.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 26, 2006 10:50:47 GMT -5
He flicked his auds, hearing that a colt in the herd that used to be his had come here, but it wasn't his only motivation, maybe his mother would be here, or maybe he would just find a ghost, he curiously stopped and looked around at them.
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Post by cammy on Apr 28, 2006 18:05:27 GMT -5
The scent of a colt drifted to Rhythme's nasal passages, and her nares flared salmon. She looked around.
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Post by crimsonite on Apr 29, 2006 16:03:14 GMT -5
Midnight recognised the scent, Francis... he murmured to himself, wondering if the colt would remember him.
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Post by cammy on Apr 30, 2006 15:12:44 GMT -5
Audits flickered, pricking.
"Who is Francis?" she asked quietly.
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Post by crimsonite on May 1, 2006 11:47:26 GMT -5
He glanced over, remembering the fae, Oh, he is a colt who was in my herd, probably a stag by now. he said curiously, perking his auds as the other stag came over.
Francis wandered, he panted in slight fear, looking as if he'd seen a ghost, he didn't seem to notice the others, he was too worried.
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Post by cammy on May 1, 2006 17:22:06 GMT -5
A low, light nicker folded forth from her maw, auds flicking as she wondered about Midnight's herd.
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Post by crimsonite on May 2, 2006 5:24:51 GMT -5
He remembered that he'd lost that herd to Black, he still hated him some way, it was only nature for him to, not only had he lost his herd but his foals and mate, he rid himself of the thought and walked over to Rythme, he nodded at Francis, Thats him. he said quietly.
Francis turned as he heard a nicker, seeing the mare and a stag, just remembering the stag.
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Post by cammy on May 3, 2006 9:10:51 GMT -5
She nodded her dial, orbs slipping over the colt's frame.
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Post by crimsonite on May 4, 2006 12:22:01 GMT -5
Francis bowed to the stag and smiled briefly, cantering off back home, this place was too weird.
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Post by cammy on May 5, 2006 8:17:37 GMT -5
Oh.. a whisper fled her labrums. She wondered why Midnight had brought her here.
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Post by crimsonite on May 5, 2006 11:18:05 GMT -5
Quickly he lifted his feet and cantered round, glimpsing round to see if his love may appear, the one before Impure, or his mother, but it wasn't to be.
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Post by cammy on May 7, 2006 20:49:37 GMT -5
Finally, all the mystery was getting to her. Who was he waiting for? His lost herd?
Not meaning to sound rude, but why did you bring me here? her words hung in the still air like a cloud of mist.
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Post by crimsonite on May 8, 2006 10:35:33 GMT -5
He stopped and tilted his head as she spoke, Midnight snorted slightly, opening his mouth, Somewhere to go. he said softly, glancig round himself again.
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Post by cammy on May 8, 2006 18:18:46 GMT -5
She nodded. Do you have a terra?
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Post by crimsonite on May 9, 2006 12:18:47 GMT -5
When she asked he turned his face and gaze from her, sighing a little, I did. he whispered, thinking of his former life, he well it had been going, his foals had liked him, his mate had loved him, and his herd had been growing steadily, he was still a little bitter at Black.
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Post by cammy on May 9, 2006 18:59:18 GMT -5
What happened? she urged, knowing she had hit a bruised area of the stag's soul, but she needed to know.. There was a burning yearning to know growing steadily inside her.
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Post by crimsonite on May 10, 2006 7:21:30 GMT -5
Had she been not the pretty fae before him most likely he would've lashed out and ran, but she somehow melted him, I lost a challenge to my land. he hissed spitefully, not daring to meet her eyes. |
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Post by cammy on May 10, 2006 9:52:44 GMT -5
You will regain it someday. she hissed convidently. Now she knew what happened, and she felt pity for the lordly brute. Then, she pushed the words from her mug. "Will you be my mate?"
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Post by crimsonite on May 11, 2006 7:40:28 GMT -5
He sensed her pity, he didn't want it and sent a harsh glare, softening with shock when she asked him, he looked to the floor for a moment, thinking about it, Yes. he hissed, having more emotion than he showed.
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Post by cammy on May 12, 2006 10:01:19 GMT -5
A grin molded over her facade at his words, but she quickly checked it into a darker one. She was a dark now. Right?
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Post by horsey142 on May 12, 2006 21:11:16 GMT -5
DeadlyThorn charged in."Midnight,"he called,"I have a question?"he hissed.
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Post by cammy on May 12, 2006 23:03:46 GMT -5
Her auds pricked at the charging brute. Blood stained his pelt, and he seemed to be injured from a fight. Crimson coated his throat, and he looked somewhat frantic. Did Midnight know him?
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Post by horsey142 on May 12, 2006 23:25:49 GMT -5
"Did you lose your terra to Black,"he said as he hissed as he said Black's name."Because I wish to help you win back your terra.Because simply seeing Black cotinue his rein as leader,"he said as he hissed agian at Black's name."I challenged him and lost,"he hissed."I'll help you win and kick Black's butt.You deseve the terra."
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