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Post by horselover1411 on Jun 28, 2006 19:49:56 GMT -5
\| The great beast labours upp the keep peak. As he reaches the summit he looks down or the vally at the top of the mountain. Yes this would make a good home for him. Pinions reach towards the sky and the male trumpets his victory over the terra. Daggers slice at the thin mountain air and lumes roll back wildly flashing snow white. As clouds swim around the peaks he snorts becoming acoustomed to the light breath. His flanks twitch slightly and he grinds his teeth.|/
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Post by listy on Jun 28, 2006 19:54:49 GMT -5
Okay this terra is now yours, but you have to wait for Secret to update your info on the front of it, because I have nooo clue how to do that lol.
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Post by horselover1411 on Jun 28, 2006 19:56:55 GMT -5
occ: ok thanks ;D
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Post by Flying Colors on Jul 1, 2006 15:39:44 GMT -5
looks around and now smells a stallion, she whinnies, real loud hoping someone will hear, she stays quiet and wiats for an answer
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Post by horselover1411 on Jul 2, 2006 19:49:32 GMT -5
\|T.he great steed lumbers up to the new femme. Nares widened in curiosity he snorts touching his genlt emaw to hers. After a breif moment he pulls away. Cavern heaving with the effort of the climb the great animan dips the gentle cranium in greeting. Shadow fall over tender Ooids and the steed speaks his voice low and rumbling resonating over the land. "Welcome to your new residance, they dub me balthazar though shall find comfort in these high havens." He gives her a genle rub along her crest and moves off shadows licking the tender rocky l.oam|/
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Post by Flying Colors on Jul 3, 2006 18:48:32 GMT -5
the flurtatious vix, said, {thou will have to fight to claim me, for I have gone behind your back,a nd have join another herd, and I am beta mare there,} she waited for the brutes response
OCC: His name is London u can fight him at death vally, thats his territory...
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Post by Wild Desire on Jul 4, 2006 10:30:57 GMT -5
Wild Desire slowly entered her new realm.She whinnied for her mate.Daggers slashed the earth beneith her.Tassles swayed in the breeze and she waited for her mate,the leader of the herd to step forth.Albaster coat glistened in the morning sunlight.She herd cold rushing water,that clamed her down.She waited to see the other fae's reaction. ooc:Sorry I was busy these past few weeks
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Post by Cursed Love on Jul 4, 2006 18:36:24 GMT -5
Cursed Love walked in, silent. She sniffed the air, excitement building inside her. A stallion was here. Perhaps he still was. She was still to far away to tell though. Where could he have gone? She sliced the ground with her daggers. "Frustating" she whispered to herself. She lowered her head and sniffed again. Mares. She was beaten here. Not the point though. She needed a herd. Protection, actually. She had been injured. The area above her dagger was open and bleeding, making traveling hard. A herd wasn't necessary, but helpful. She whinnied. Would someone hear her?
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Post by london on Jul 4, 2006 18:40:06 GMT -5
The large draken looked upon his femmora, Flying Colors and then Balthazar the stag in which he was detraught to fued. Occuli looked upon the massive lithe of the fellow creature yet he paid no mind to him.
His bulk turned and heaved itself along the lands border. Nares flared to take in the unknown aroma of two vixen within his view. Mug soon parted an equinache calling into the atmos, as his whipcord slashed his hocks. Wind lashed upon his coal coloured pelatge as he stood, awaiting a response from the femmora in the lands. His towers stood vertical upon his crown, trassels crowded his view yet he knew it would be fine. A dagger skid the geo as he awaited any vixen to come forth or reply to his calling. Attic only hoped for such matters to happen.
Attic as well hoped a vixen would come forth to accept the position as beta in his herd. He needed a powerful youth to do so for the one whom was once beta seemed no longer adiquit.
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Post by Cursed Love on Jul 4, 2006 18:49:16 GMT -5
Cursed sniffed the air. A new stallion was here. Tassels blocked her veiw, but she could follow her nose. This stallion smelled different, perhaps from another area. Yes, she was sure he was from another area. She shoke her head, and her vision was cleared. She could see him now. She whinied, answering his call. The question now was; would he answer her back?
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Post by london on Jul 4, 2006 19:19:52 GMT -5
Audits twitched upon his crown. Lithe turned as he was now looking upon the vixen whom called to his. His bulk made haste to her, dup beating upon the realm's facade. He alas came to a halt before her Allo there fair maiden, and what be your dubbance? Vocals questioned as he was in need of her name.
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Post by Cursed Love on Jul 4, 2006 19:36:25 GMT -5
[Cursed Love. And you? Tell me, you are not of this place. I can smell it. What brings you here? Or is that for me not to no? No matter.] She sniffed again, and looked into the stallions eyes. She could sense darkness coming from them, a gift she had since birth. She shoould steer clear of this stallion, but was curious. Curiousity may kill, but Cursed was ready for anything, even death. She accepted her fate, but not without a fight. This stallion was fascinating though. She sliced the ground with her dagger. Blood had gathered aroung the area where her injured leg had been resting. She sniffed again, then waited for the stallions answer.
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Post by london on Jul 5, 2006 1:00:27 GMT -5
A smirk lined his features once more. Dial shook his occuli looked within her own as well I am not from these lands no. I come forth of Death Valley in look for mares, of such grace and bueaty as you hold Lyri came forth. Nearly in song it seemed.
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Post by Cursed Love on Jul 5, 2006 1:09:00 GMT -5
[Compliments, huh? I suppose you want me to join your herd.] Cursed lowered her head slightly, covering her eyes. She did not want him to know about her, sensing he had the power, too. It was her instinct that told her this, and most of the time it was correct. 'I should stay away' her instinct told her. She was fascinated though, and who said you had to listen to your instinct all the time. She had dealt with many like him before, but this time there was something different. She couldn't tell though. Only time would tell, perhaps. Now all she needed was a response. She stabbed the ground with her dagger, frustrated with all the thoughts in her head. She took a deep breath, then slowly raised her head to meet his eyes.
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Post by london on Jul 5, 2006 1:27:10 GMT -5
Dial tilted slightly upon side, tilting his massive skull as well. Thinkbox, without much struggle, was able to compliment itself in knowing. He knew not exactly of the vixen's past yet senses told him her history was not well off. A dagger rose and came down upon the vegitation. Only if you wish fair maiden Lyri cooed. Dial stretched forth, mug met with her own, applying slight pressure upon her snout to show he meant no harm. Melarkies twitched upon his crown as his dial once more rose.
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