...can you dance...

[R.hythms]

Do You Know

The greyish hued brute came upon the land that no other seemed to occupy. Thoughts came forth into his head. Perfect. The land closely resembled his old homeland and he hoped to make this a settlement of his own. He galloped about the land breathing deeply in the smells of the homeland holding the heart of this brute. His gaze danced about the ferns lining the land before falling upon the aqua streaming along. Frame was carried over by pistons used to the harsh testiment of the landscape. Approaching the liquid, nape arched allowing a stained muzzle to slurp at the ramains of the stream. Gaze continued to survey the landscape as dial retreated to its original postion.

The Secrets To Sucess

|ooc| If someone really wants a better rper... i do make my appearence in B2 a lot better than this but I descided to hold back some of the big words...

[ntra]

Sees the stallion from afar and watches him. Afraid of other horses but yearning to be around one. Navy takes a few tentative steps toward him the turns and dips her delicate head down and nibbles some of the long green stems.

[R.hythms]

Creating A Legend

Sences trembled as pillars carried his massive being toward the peaks extending toward the atmosphere. Gaze swiveled accounting for the landforms rising above the soil that would allow a safe return to the valley he inhabitated for the moment being. Pools gazed furthur into the hills before starting slightly at what the hills beheld. Pistons churned the landscape with less enthusasium as he gazed upon the minx that now stood in his vision's path. A snort echoed through nostrils as he relinquished his displeasure in the sight.

One Piece At A Time

[[ k o i ]]

<sub>drown my will to fly. because things dont always come as they may seem

russet pinions collided with the emerald sea of steppe.
lenses transfixed upon the other toiling among the terrain, neb expanded and contracted allowing the musky aroma to file in upon his passages.

bante flickered effortlessly about his crimson hocks, locks of it entangled with burrs.
disc's scared the chartreuse, leaving lithe imprints upon where the brute had began from.

icy lenses once more found the others, forelock halfway blinding him from his vision.
kissers ajar, a bit of vocalization erupted, a low nicker of salutation was given.

duos perked as he clearly saw the moonwashed brute, pinions faltered a step as he halted, surveying him from afar.
a duo flicked back, listening to the cackle of a bird in the distance, he inhaled once more, aromas cascaded in.

facade lowered as kissers parted, he wuffled at the sea, the aura of many before him seeped in.
lenses kept upon the other beau, carefully watching... waiting to be noticed, the russet equine stepped forth, allowing his full form to be seen.

he had arrived.

the only way to love is to be lost within.

[wicked sorry, i havent' any muse.]</sub>

[ntra]

Stares at the stallion. Feeling silly for being afraid for horses all the time, she gathers up the never and walks over to him. ""I am Navy"" she says in a strong voice, ""And who might you be?"" she Questions him cautiously. Her ice blue eye staring at him intently.

[R.hythms]

Step Aside

Again sences trembled as yet his pistons continued their trek toward the alphines towaering toward the atmosphere. Gaze swept the landscape allowing a view of the brute inflicting the terra. A snort racked his insides as twins rotated allowing soundwaves to echo about inner drums. Pistons halted as his frame lay exposed and pelt quivered slightly. Solitary flintlock struck the sod revieling the moonwashed drake's impatience with the appearing of the multiple equines. This was supposed to be a barren land with the key to his heart, not one occupied with the beings of others. Gaze swept the opposing drake and then toward the minx who both occupied the territory. Vocals cords emitted lyrics toward the stained carbons. Dear Navy, I am Roundabout.

Your Creater Has Come

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[/color]turns her head and walks out his way, leaving him here by himself, just as he wanted[/center][/font][/size]

[[ k o i ]]

<sub>so fest not, rather be the feast.

lenses come across something that he hadn't' noticed before, among the moon-washed brute a contessa had appeared, though he hadn't a care for either of them, he slowing inched closer.
duos flickered to and fro, neb released a noisy breath, he gasped not happy at the noise he had made.

he semi smirked at the mares' yearning for the other stallion, though pitied her at the same time, lenses were content upon the couple.
bante flickered solemnly at his gaunt flank as he advanced on, though every now and again a lofty breath of boardness occurred.
thoughts raced through his mind again and again, knowing that this wasn't right eavesdropping on this couple, though he hadn't really a care about what they might think.

worthy of legend, for there is none sweeter than ecstasy, and like the nectar that is the yearning of your heart.

he halted, lenses swept to the moon-washed one, neb flared as a sound was emitted from him.
duos tilted back, a loud reverberation bounced out from his kissers, once again.
entangled aigrette rocked to and from as the greeting vibrated his picayune torso, boa flexed as he swung his dome toward the femme, lenses narrowed as he saw her, so yearning for a place in the moon-washed brutes' affection he though solemnly.

pinions moved in synchronism as he portaged forth, allowing him to close the ratherly large gap between the parties.
lenses still focused upon the horizon, his mind rambled on about the affliction he had made.

youre a guest in its presence, a voyager in the dark.

[still no muse, sorry]</sub>

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Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones

Serpinetine rotated allowing his to clearly view the minx. A smirk caressed his features as he observed her making a retreat back among the conifers. Vocal cords releaced lyrics that held no emotion but relished in his opinion of the opposite sex. Suit Yourself Pools sought the opposing drake who held supposed opposition in the ownership of the cove they both occupied. Again a snort echoed about inner caverns as his bulk was rotated allowing a face-to-face meeting.

But Words Will Never Hurt Me

[ntra]

She stops and looks at him face-to-face. She looks at him as if to say ""DO you want me to stay or not"". Her petite head cocked at his, staring at him intently.

[[ k o i ]]

<sup>fear not.

pinions halted, the stone-washed one had rotated himself to view the russet, lenses worked their way among the scant terrain.
dome arose to regal hight, lenses now had focused upon the other, he surveyed.

gaunt sides ceased to move as breaths drew themselves in and out.
duos flickered, though teetering back, kissers parted allowing a eruption of the silence.
a low, wicker rocked the terrain.

another cackle followed shortly after, as the birds had seemed to be bickering among the tapestry of the woodlands.
seemingly unfazed he watched solemnly, waiting warily as the brute confronted him.

wuffling the air he thought about speaking, but what good would that do?
probably the safest thing to do was to wait, though the russet one didnt' want the abundant terrain, not at at.
moon-washed one can take it.

then in his peripheral vision, the form of the contessa drew itself among them, dome swung toward it to espy it.
though he had already seen who it was, his dome quickly returned to its station, facing the moon-washed one.

another lithe sound emitted from the russet, more like a grunt, as he shifted his weight.
duos still attentive upon the other two, he thought that it would be mighty good to let them converse on their own, no muscle moved though.

an audible sound arose as the russet sighed and thought, if they want me to leave, than they would've told me. whatever, let them address me until then.
lenses traced the horizon...
waiting,
watching.

im' not giving up. im' just letting go.</sup>

[R.hythms]

Dance

Pools flashed slightly at the minx's heated remark to his own. A seeming snarls erupted from the confines of his vocals cords. A moment passed as he forgot the rusted brute and attentions resided upon the minx. Lyrics explodes littering the atmosphere with his angry emotions. You dare speak before me with the tone! Be gone with you and your ways. Solitary flintlock scoured the landscape emphising the point made. Skull swiveled allowing him to view the rusted one. Pools ignited with the fury within. Nostris expanded before relaxing sencing that a challenge was not insured between the broncs. Vocals cords allowed lyrics to expell forth dirceted toward the rusted brute. State your being. The command was sharp and slightly paranoid but clear and to the point of his attentions.

Like There Is No Tomorrow

[ntra]

She stared at him ""My being?"" she asked..... she looked at this crazed stallion thinking she should have left when she had the chance. He doesn't like her, she already on his bad side! feeling sad, she just left him there. ""I have no being"", she said walking away "" i am abandoned and i have no one"" and with that she picked her head up slightly and walked away slowly

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Create Your Own World

Solotary 'brow' ascended expressing his confusion of her words. Slightly enraged that she remained, skull rotated allowing his gaze to penetrate her being. Angered lyrics were releced from vocal cords as he responded to her actions. I did not ask the question of you, Navy. If you feel so alone, why come upon these lands to begin with? Pools flashed as they surveyed the pathetic minx betraying herself before him. A snort echoed through inner caverns and expelled toward the atmosphere echoing about the cavern walls. Gaze remained inpenetrable as it bore upon the minx like a ravenous carnivor.

Not Someone Else's

[ntra]

She looked at him "" I am a loner, i go to place to place as i choose, but i dont think it conserns you. I will say this once befor leaving, do you want me to stay here or dont you?"" she snorted and shook her head. Her ice blue heye looking back at his.