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Post by Darkstar on Nov 18, 2006 0:27:31 GMT -5
 Gold femme finds herself in a lonesome part of territory, flints gently pacing towards pristine waters. Her tender throat cried out in thirst, and lips greedily lapped at the glass surface. Flaxen cords tossed back as toned nape lifted to scan the scenery. She was a bit new, unsure of the fellow equines, or herself for that matter... |
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Post by wayward on Nov 19, 2006 21:19:46 GMT -5
Ebony talons grazed the surface of the land delicately for once, for this time their owner was snot in a rush. Towers did not move at rapid fire, as usual, but at a slow, calm, flowing 3 beat gait. The wind slowly picked up, gently ruffling the femme's ebony banner and washing a new sheen over her fire hued pelt. San was alert as always, but this time it was hidden. At this minute she could almost be mistaken for beautiful. San slowed soon, when the orbs found the other vix. She was beautiful, there was no doubt, but San sensed there was something deep beneath that. San found herself beneath a small shady tree and stopped, lowered her boa to the ground, and let herself take in the grass greedily. One aud and an orb were always attuned to the femmora near her, but San spoke not, atleast for now.
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Post by wayward on Nov 22, 2006 17:29:34 GMT -5
bumpeh =)
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