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Post by horselover1411 on Jul 10, 2006 0:05:49 GMT -5
\|T.he great steed snorts in disapproval and shakes his great visauge in anoyance. Pinions move restlessly across rockly loam, and tresses lacerate his gentle hide. Daggers pirce and spark in annoyance. He places his body in fluid movement, like tar sliding down the mountain side. Tresses fall over vision and Blackend Ooids stare out from under tranged shadow. His deep voice bellows calling to his fair femmes. There is tenseness, even a slightly bit of harshness. He nickers again his maw moving in agitation his entire body riged with d.ispleasure|/
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Post by windsong on Jul 12, 2006 17:26:52 GMT -5
thorns lifted from the Crown as her brutes voice was heard 'pon the distant winds. her own Melodys were represented towards him,jade was Lifted from the grounds before her long extentions duo beated her closer to Bathazar.Occulu spotted him 6yards from where she was, as extentions were slowed.cranial shot into the atmos as a whinny was produced from her vox annoucing that she had come.flints pierced the ground as she awaited for the other mare,papers thinned from the scents before allowing herself to dine again, awaiting for the other to come. |
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Post by horselover1411 on Jul 12, 2006 18:07:57 GMT -5
\|R.aising his fair Crania and giant moves off towards the gentle vex. Placing his whiskerd maw against her fair shoulders he rubs affectionatly Nares widening to take in her deep sent. His darkend tresses fall across large black pools and lick her own hide mixing the sunlight with the night. He playfully lips at her flaxen tresses annoyance dissapating from his form. Great shoulders relax as tension leaves them and his hollow heaves with a large exhale of breath...
I would be pleased if you became my lead mare mylady...You have proven loyal...and prompt... i will it if you will have me... but know this, it is customary in my old land to switch lead mares. That is if i feel that I need a change... which would be unlikely with you my fair one.
The deep brazen voice croons over her fluid form. Haunces relax and a sindle dagger pirces the earth shadows licking at the geom and shadows dance in the wind. Shakeing his great khon mountain carverns pirk towards the fine femme, awaiting reply. He is gruf, and not to good with words... but he is kind and he will protect her till his d.eath|/
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Post by windsong on Jul 15, 2006 18:56:38 GMT -5
mass stood still slightly as the brute spoke.before her own lyris were emmitted to such.
'of course brute, i shall carry the title thee has put towards me. I shall Show you that i shant dissapoint thee' a soft smile was smeared 'pon the labrums.maw reached towards his own maw, labrums lipped at his own. before occulu lokoed 'pon the great moutains that lay before them, lyris were emmitted once more
'shall we both go an explore that lands?, for im qiute interested what lands i have placed my flesh on, an also the foals that shall become to this lands to.' before jerking herself into a trott, a whinny called the brute, allowing a bigger speed to overcime her.
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Post by horselover1411 on Jul 16, 2006 19:56:16 GMT -5
\|S.quealing the great steed lurches into a thundorouse for beat beside this newly aquired fine vixen. The snow comes down thickly covoring his shadowed hide huing him the cloudes on a stormy afternoon. Tangled tresses slick to his giant crania, icy flakes resting upon arched crest to melt disparingly into the heated pelt.
Nares widen with the sharp intake of the frozen air. Lungs burn withen the deep hollow and ivories grind as he thoughfully picks his way threw the rocky terrain after his fem. Daggers price the frozen loam and whipchoreds lacerate his steely h.ide|/
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Post by london on Jul 17, 2006 23:58:58 GMT -5
Windsong
Occuli settled upon the lead of the herd, Windsong. Nares flared to intake her unknown scent. A single pearl skid the landings, upturning dead emeralds that the snow had revealed. Exhaling forth of her nares, was a snort issued.
Dial swayed as to knock tressils from her view yet it did no good. Lithe edged forward as her whipcord met with her hocks aimlously. Bleached peltage was touched in rays of sunlight. Yet another snort was issued.
"Lo wench." Vocals came forth, a hiss pronoucned from her cords at the ending word. Lithe shifted slightly as orbs darted about the cretaure before her onlooker's gaze. Dagger skid the geo once more as she spoke on, "Balthazar has put me in charge of the clan till he come back from his unknown mission." Lyri seemed harsh but were psoken with pride.
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Post by windsong on Jul 18, 2006 1:53:05 GMT -5
mass lumbered into a jerked halt as occulu settled 'pon another Wench.
Curved Facade tilted towards the mare,unknown scents rose from the winds into her own nasals.
flints jarred the ground as lithe frame was shifted to the stilleness which was played out.
Thorns lifted from the whiten crown as 'pon hearing the wenchs lyris,
before her own was emmitted towards her.
'Well, Salutations to you as well,As i have not heard that you have been put in charge, i shall follow until the brute has come back,an when he does, i would like to place towards you, if the brute allows it to be that the can become a coqueen.'
labrums shifted as the words formed. a Small smile was smeared 'pon them.A breath of Carbon as realsed into the atmos, as only this Convosation had began..
ooc: shoot dat suxed XD soz.. cudnt think
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Post by london on Jul 18, 2006 2:33:09 GMT -5
A cackle shook her vox as orbs remained narrowed to the wench bore her view. Pearls danced upon the snow touched geo as whipcord aimlously slashed at her scarred peltage. Winds lashed the duo's coats, the noise erupted within her swiveled audits.
"Aye you made a mistake in talking to me with such a tone." Lyri slurred upon speach as a hiss came forth under her breath. Cords rumbled a canine like grow as mug jolted forth, dentals sunk within the fellow vixen's tender flesh. Her dentals remained upon the equid's boa till the tasing of crimson swept about her maw. She then turned back, lithe ridged as melarkies slunk upon their gravework. A smirk plastered her vistage.
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Post by horselover1411 on Jul 23, 2006 19:05:11 GMT -5
\|T.hunder rolls throughout the mountain tops. The friged winter air crackles with the static antisipation. The few birds remaining in the terra during the deadly winter months give hard to the sky and trumpet the arival of the king.
Daggers strike at the hardend loam and pinions fly as if upon clouds. Charred banner flys behind his as the rolling back moves with each powerful stroke of well tuned pinions. Nares wide with exertion of a hard days run the tremendous beat shakes the kolh dial. Tangled tresses play upon the masqulin vissauge.
Pelt stained with shimmering sweat the draqen heaves between the vixens. Talons push sharply into the mares sides and a squeal of displeasure rains threw the the mountain tops. Whipchoreds lacerate shadowed flanks and nares widen with the effort of his treck.
"Lo mares! Break this up, Is this how you welcom back the king, presenting him with problems?" Displeasure reeks threw purched l.ubriums|/
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Post by Cursed Love on Jul 24, 2006 13:59:23 GMT -5
Winter trailed behind the king, pillars lifting high. Cerebrum dipped to show respect, pillars stopped abruptly. She snorted, unhappy to be in this place. She was not lead mare here. Her stallion had abandoned her. [Is it too much to ask to be introduced?] Lyri spit forth into the cold winter atmos. Though she was furious at the other stallion, Linareo, she was still mad to be brought to this place. Winter whinnied, awaiting the response of the 'King'. |
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Post by horselover1411 on Jul 24, 2006 14:21:10 GMT -5
\|C.averns crumble against the kohl mountain and nares widen as Ooids leer out from underneath the tangled mess of tresses. Standing still in between his two fea his bulk pushing against them seperating the rage seething forth, he leans towards the winter Butterfly. Lumbriums move towards the bleached fea to his side lipping gently along her crest for a moment as he contimplates how to handle the imputance of the new arrival.
Vocals issue forth from the stallion and a loud snort hisses forth from the nares. "They dub me Balthazar, and you are Winter Butterfly, These vexing vixens have proven to be Windsong, my lead for now, and Inquest Horror." He looks back and forth from his tow mares watching Inquest closely... this new mare best watch herself...|/
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Post by Cursed Love on Jul 24, 2006 14:41:44 GMT -5
Bodice heaved as she took in the scent of her new herd. Winter was annoyed at being in a neutral herd, she was light and deserve to be of a light herd, not of a neutral one. Nares flared as cerebrum turned toward the 'King' and boa dipped in respect. Her nares blew forth warm carbon mix into the chilling atmos. Daggers sunk into the frosted geo, occuli narrowed. Winter could not yet trust this herd, and would be on guard until she could. Boa came back up, and she turned around to look at this new area. Carbon whistled beneath her enamels as she sucked in the scent, 'tasting' it as it came in contact with her kissers. Her physique was silhouetted as the light-giving orb went to rest. Attic quietly remembered someone telling her it was called a sunset, but Winter had erased that person from her memory, and now she only remembered what they had taught her. |
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Post by horselover1411 on Jul 24, 2006 14:50:36 GMT -5
\| O.oids follow the new xanthippe and turn towards th setting of the sun. The frigid air nips at the tips of twin towers and his maw aches with the oncoming cold. Shadowed Tendrils fall down upon his shoulders a few stray strands falling down upon his fair mares hides. Hollow cavern gives a great heave as carbon is realeased from the smouldering beast. Still annoyed at having to deal with his fighting mares and worried for the health of inquest he snorts and turns towards her again lipping her crest allowing her warmth to take the bite from the winter air.
The mountain tops turn darker and the valley within their heights start to purple as the snow glistens in the fadeing light. Nares widen and a slow steam eeks forth from wrinkled Maw. Vocals break the scilence yet again and resonate within the thinned mountian air.
"You will like it here eventually Winter. I Am kind, but i am no light. The mares will not give your trouble unless you bring trouble upon yourself. There is plently of room to wonder and lots of caverns to discover. Do not fear...you will find it at home here. And i will never leave you like your old steed deed." Liquid pools follow her and twin towers rebuild as the annoyance starts to se4t with the sun|/
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Post by Cursed Love on Jul 24, 2006 15:03:54 GMT -5
Winter wanted to believe what he said, but she had been hurt to many times before. [Sometimes,] Lyri dripped with sadness She could not explain the feeling as strongly as she felt it, but she hoped he would understand. If not, perhaps it was a feeling not to be understood, just felt. Tassels covered her occuli, letting no feelings escape and be seen to all. Boa dipped, and her coat looked golden in the sunset. Winter could only wish she could fade away with this sunset, something that could never come true. Pillars pushed her bodice forward once more. Attic raced with thoughts, and she bothered not to check if any followed. Occuli closed, letting her bodice carry her. Twin towers laid back in frustration at herself, blocking all sound wanting to come into her ears. Distractions would only make it harder to think. When orbs finally opened, the sun was gone, and Winter wish of fading away had disappeared with it. |
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Post by london on Jul 24, 2006 17:52:40 GMT -5
A smirk arose upon her features as her own distant visionaries casted upon Balthazar. Towers slowly came upon their graves as skull shook slightly, mane lashed upon the atmos only to relay to her boa.
Bleached peltage was touched with rays of the morning's light; comming to cast upon the realm in which was recently darkened with night. Nares flared slightly as occuli rolled with her crown, opts retorting upon both Balthazar and Windsong, uncaring to the newly added - Winter.
Once more did her precious nares flare. Such funny things in which could show many emotions. Attic worked upon ridged thoughts of how to concur this clan and the lead. Prehaps the femmora could do as she would please in soon to become years. Temptress soon exhaled her own carbon mix, which her chambers had recently consumed. The gust of wind seemed to direct itself within Windsong's delicate facade. A smirk remained upon her features, melarkies rose stiffly into the heavens.
Lithe turned about, pillars twisted as pearls seemed to dance upon the alfa. Her massive carcass edged away of the frantic group in search of the realm's limits. Whipcord slashed upon Windsong's peltage as she edged away, soft cackling heard forth of her newly worn vox as her lithe became distant in the willows of the timber.
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