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Post by Smoke+Mirrors on Jul 6, 2005 0:20:26 GMT -5
Swiftly, but daintly, a young mare entered the meadows. With a look of innocence, her golden pelt shone deeply in the morning rays of sun. Turning her head to look out across the beautiful meadow, her eyes caught a mother deer and her tiny fawn. Smiling to herself Citrine whinnied loudly, showing her joy.
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Post by Memoirs on Jul 7, 2005 1:41:19 GMT -5
Crown held high, black opticals searching he picked up the scent of a young maiden. Stopping shortly he snorted, a glint of gold flashing before his eyes. Smiling to himself, he trotted up to the lone femme. Good morning m'lady. I am dubbed Heir to Glory, but you may call me Glory. A small smile showed on his maw, himself glad he could meet such a beauty.
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Post by Smoke+Mirrors on Jul 7, 2005 12:54:18 GMT -5
The golden mare turned to look at the brute who showed himself to her. Smiling softly she replied. Well m'lord Glory, it is a beautiful morning. She said happily to him.
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Post by Memoirs on Jul 7, 2005 15:49:25 GMT -5
Burring quietly he nodded his slender torso, Well m'lady, might I know your name? He asked, shifting his weight from on side to the other. |
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Post by Willing on Jul 7, 2005 19:13:55 GMT -5
At about the time the other stud asked the gorgeous femme her dubbence, another stallion made his way over to the palomino mare. Giving a respectful nod to the other stallion, or Glory, he bowed deeply and gracefully to the maiden. Lifting his crania, he spoke gently. M'lady...I am dubbed Relentless. Might I also ask for your name? A smile forming on the dark maw which he spoke with.
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Post by Smoke+Mirrors on Jul 10, 2005 14:52:48 GMT -5
Tossing her crown, the young fae turned to watch the confident bay stud approach. Heir to Glory and Relentless. Well m'lords, you shall both have my name. I am Citrine. She smiled shyly, flicking her tail. They were both handsome, she thought.
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Post by Willing on Jul 10, 2005 18:23:27 GMT -5
Relentless whickered softly, bowing til his long mane touched the ground. Lifting his crown, the bay brute spoke gently. It is wonderful to meet you m'lady Citrine. Might I have the honor of you joining my herd as lead mare? Looking into her black orbs as he spoke.
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Post by Memoirs on Jul 12, 2005 15:29:21 GMT -5
Glory looked at the other stallion, his own black orbs wandering from Citrine to Relentless. Knowing he couldn't compete with lead, he asked anyway. I know this may be to late but may I also have the honour of you joining my herd? Looking at the bay stallion, he gave a short nod back.
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Post by Smoke+Mirrors on Jul 12, 2005 17:04:42 GMT -5
Citrine turned to look at Relentless, a small smile appearing on her golden face. Relentless, I would love to join your herd. But to be your lead mare! It is certainly an honour for me. She smiled again and boldly approached him, nuzzling him affectionately. Turning to Glory, she spoke with softly, I am sorry m'lord Glory. I wish you luck and maybe we will meet again...
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Post by Willing on Jul 12, 2005 17:17:29 GMT -5
Whinnying happily, Relentless nuzzled Citrine back joyfully. Looking back, he began to lead her home... |
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Post by Memoirs on Jul 12, 2005 23:42:52 GMT -5
Glory nodded, I understand... Tossing his head, he turned and trotted away to find mares whom he could start a herd with.
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