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Post by disaster on Jul 12, 2005 23:15:43 GMT -5
Re: -Wild Equines- « Reply #7 on Today at 10:09pm » -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name:pamela Breed:? Gender:mare Age:6 Colour:dun Height:15.1 Alliance):dark History:never known exactly who she was or where she came from. hert life has been a mystery, and full of misery Personality:dark, defensive, mysterious Picture-  Charging towards the moon acrosst the sand. Kicking dust behind in her path. her eyes suddenly widden and she changes course. Frightened and confused she runs in circles. She jerkes into a stop. her head lowered she closes her eyes and concentrates on her gasps. |
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Post by Memoirs on Jul 12, 2005 23:23:38 GMT -5
 In the dark of the night, an ebon brute watched her silently. Swaying slightly in the nighttime breeze, he approached the dun femme. You, harpy, what is your name? He demanded, black orbs staring into hers. He smirked, throwing up his head, Well, she is quite a beauty, but is she worthy enough? He thought quietly to himself. Sighing, he thought of the foolish little light one he captured a while ago. She knows better than to flee... Then he turned his thoughts back to the dun mare. |
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Post by disaster on Jul 12, 2005 23:32:51 GMT -5
her eyes opend widley. and she calmy raised her head, very slowly. i dont speak to very many stallions because they always seem to be too befound of themselves to see the anger burning around she thinks. shstarts to walk around him with a very wide distance
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Post by Memoirs on Jul 12, 2005 23:39:23 GMT -5
He snorted and rolled his eyes. Ugh... Stamping a piston into the ground, he flicked his tail like a whip. Fine. He paused shortly. He seemed to do that often, pausing before sentences. Meet me in Grueling Caverns... With that, he turned and disappeared into the shrouded darkness.
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Post by disaster on Jul 12, 2005 23:42:01 GMT -5
she stayed back a little. and headed there a different direction
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