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Allo!
Nov 16, 2006 17:14:38 GMT -5
Post by miraclehorse14 on Nov 16, 2006 17:14:38 GMT -5
Second caliber the large and powerful stallion gallops into the scene .his ears pricked his coat shines and his muscles ripple.He stops and rears pawing the air.Caliber eyes the land below for a mare his first mate.Arching his neck he awaits the arrival of mares to come.
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Allo!
Nov 19, 2006 21:21:31 GMT -5
Post by Evil Crazed Monkey on Nov 19, 2006 21:21:31 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Halfmoon looked up to the Caliber, knowing he wouldn't even see her...no stallion ever did. She sighed and dropped her head to nibble on the lush green stalks. She pushed all thoughts of stags and mates away from her mind. As she lipped up the stalks, she went into a deep state of depression. She would never find a mate. I should've never left Cresent Valley
She glanced back up at the stag. Her head drooped and she sighed again. Her wish would never be fulfilled.[/glow]
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