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Jun 30, 2006 13:24:24 GMT -5
Post by horselover1411 on Jun 30, 2006 13:24:24 GMT -5
\|G.rinning the gentle beast looks up at the playful mare 'neath the dripping tangled mess of his long ebony tresses. Giving a indignent snort he trembles and shakes his head, and then nape followed by his muscular body. Daggers lift of the ground in their turn at the tremnendus rumble and water sprinkles off his fair coat now shining with a deeper ebony instead of the sunburnt rouge. Flicking his tail idly for yet a moment he picks his fine crainium off the earth and reaches towards the heavens striking out at the insects and birds paying in the celestial sky. Leaping from the sky the great steed lumbers after the light mare, his stocky musculare for picked into arounded curve his nape flexed and flaxen shadows slapping gentle against shoulder and back. Maw pulled into his broad chest his shorts, hollows heaving with intake of air. As he approaches the soft femme he places a gentle but somewhat forceful nip upon her flank and then as he overtakes her, her withers, then her nape and a gentle lip at her maw and he has passed her a deep throughty chuckle escapes whiskerd m.aw|/
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Peace
Jul 1, 2006 14:54:00 GMT -5
Post by london on Jul 1, 2006 14:54:00 GMT -5
Trassel crowded occuli fell upon the duo bore his view. Upper bulk rose in rear, daggers sliced the mixed carbon as an equinache scream came forth of his mug. His massive bod; alas, rest upon the geo. A single dagger skid the emeralds, upturning them from their plots. Opts remained upon the duo before him.
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Peace
Jul 2, 2006 19:46:08 GMT -5
Post by horselover1411 on Jul 2, 2006 19:46:08 GMT -5
\|T.he great beasts caverns crumble upon his gentle dome. Shaking his great vissauge he turns towards the newcomer watching their moves. Maw pulls away baing genlt ivories. He Stands between the new steed and his gentle mare. "Why doth though disrupt us darque, this is not your type of play." She snorts his displeasure and shadows lick upon his tender flanks. Daggers pirce the loam menicingly. He pushes his body against his fair mare and ushers her towards his terra in safety, following behind her he takes her to the quiet of his land. Lumes follow the deamon steed as they d.epart.|/
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Jul 4, 2006 0:29:52 GMT -5
Post by london on Jul 4, 2006 0:29:52 GMT -5
A cackle came forth of him, upper bulk rose. Daggers sliced the atmos as his calling came forth. he landed, heaving a thud upon the lands, nares flared to inatke the mares and draken's aromas. A smirk plastered his features [b}Now fair maiden, how dare one to think I'd have hurt an inch of your gorgeous body[/b]Dial dipped in a respectful manner, bowing for the mare. Orbs narrowed to Bathazar with strong hatred. Melarkies stood vertical upon his crown as his whipcord slashed upon his hocks Come with me to Death Valley, there you shall find saftey in a herd, an ever growing herd in which could narture you my fair wealth. Vocals cooed calmly. Words slipped about as if they were sung.
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