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Post by ladyepona on Nov 25, 2007 21:46:21 GMT -5
/|\Soft cry is uttered as the dappled vixen entered the lake area. Tresses waved about her frame softly as the winds began to pick up. Lifting her cranium she turns her delicate nose towards the breeze and inhales deeply, the wind was her calling, she loved the wind, the sights and sounds and smells that came with it. As the breeze died down she turned and allowed her eyes to settle upon the lake edge. Flints moved effortlessly to carry her to the place. Labrums daintily found the refreshing water and she began to drink. After quenching her thirst she carefully folded her limbs 'neath her form and began to munch at the grass around her. She would wait for as long as it took for a worthy light stallion to come along/|\ [/size] |
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Post by butterfilly on Nov 26, 2007 12:11:58 GMT -5
SweetDreams Fantasy slowly made her way to the lakes edge, her fair banner flying in the light breezes, that stung the cool waters. She followed the recent tracks in the long, sweet-smelling grass, that the young fae had made. Fantasy's kisser's opened wide, as she took in the vixens scent. She took her place beside the mare, peering at her inquisitvely. Goodday, light fae. May I know your title? Her orbs wandered over the mares delicate features. [/color][/size] |
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Post by ladyepona on Nov 26, 2007 17:20:08 GMT -5
/|\Moon shadowed damsel looked towards the other fae as she approached. Once her lyrics reached Wind Song's auds she opened her own maw to sing out/|\
I be christened Wind Song. Might I inquire as to your own calling? [/i] /|\Her voice danced, light and airy. Amber-hued occulars never left sight of the maiden/|\[/color][/center][/size] |
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Post by butterfilly on Nov 27, 2007 11:10:50 GMT -5
Fantasy snorted, and shook her head impatiently (sp?) My title would be SweetDreams Fantasy, though you may call me Fantasy. She nodded her fine dome at the fae. And, If you'll excuse me for asking, are you also here for the prospect of a mate? [/color][/size] |
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Post by ladyepona on Nov 27, 2007 13:44:17 GMT -5
Dappled femonite glanced at Fantasy before she answered. Indeed I am [/i]. She hated depending upon others but it seemed that twas needed in this place.[/color][/center][/size] |
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Post by butterfilly on Nov 27, 2007 15:14:05 GMT -5
So it seems we have something in common. Fantasy smiled at Wind Song. For I am also looking for one. [/color][/size] |
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Post by ladyepona on Nov 27, 2007 19:31:15 GMT -5
Occulars flowed over the other vix and she moved closer. She felt a kind of connection with this maiden. Indeed we do. Would you like to be friends? [/i] She smiled up at her expectantly. [/color][/center][/size] |
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Post by butterfilly on Nov 28, 2007 11:17:44 GMT -5
Oh yes, what a wonderful suggestion. I was to become very sad, when I thought of us parting, and never becoming friends. Fantasy laughed happily. My only wish now, is that we will stay together always, and come to be like sisters to eachother. [/size][/color] |
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Post by red0cc on Nov 29, 2007 20:13:48 GMT -5
A stallion was walking through out the claming grounds and heard sweet songs from to light fae's. 'Mabey my mate is one of them' he thought hopeful and trotted over his long banner high in the air and giving a light shake as his daggers hit the ground
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Post by butterfilly on Nov 30, 2007 7:04:56 GMT -5
Fanstay twisted her dome, as her finely tuned audites picked up a horses movements. Her kissers flared as she tried to catch the scent of the stranger. I think another may have come to join us. The vixen murmured at Wind Song. [/size][/color] |
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Post by ladyepona on Nov 30, 2007 21:19:45 GMT -5
She nodded in reply to Fantasy's comment. Quietly she unfolded her limbs and got up, standing at her full height. Nares flared as she too caught the scent of a stag. Snort emitted from her and she looked about, surprised, not straying far from the other fae.
Come what may, we must stick together. [/i][/color][/center][/size] |
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Post by red0cc on Dec 1, 2007 17:39:06 GMT -5
[glow=dark green,2,300]He kept on walking twords the fae's. He was a netrule stud of larger highth than most. He survayd the grounds with his percing green eyes cooled now from there angry dark green earlyer. His cream feathers moved with a swish around his ebony daggers. And you could see his musals rippel under his black-bay body as he tolted up to the two mares. He gave them a quick whinnie before he walked up to the fae's and he said "'Ello. And 'oo mit' you two be titled? I am regretful to tell you I 'av no name but call me as me father went Calipso Storm." and he watied for one or both to answer.[/glow]
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Post by ladyepona on Dec 5, 2007 15:43:28 GMT -5
The dappled fae looked at the stallion momentarily and then whickered softly in reply I am Wind Song, if it pleases you sire. [/i] She glanced at her companion, waiting for her to speak.[/color][/center][/size] |
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Post by red0cc on Dec 8, 2007 19:50:40 GMT -5
He cringed a bit at the thougth of pleasing his father but said "Well it pleases me but as for me father nuthin' would please 'im so I care not to try for the dead old @ss. Please excus me language an' me accsent. Im am an Irish horse and I am tryin' to get rid of me accent but I seem unabel to." and he then looked to the other mare she as pretty as the first "And I feel I must also know the title of you if you dont mind?" and he bowed his head a bit to the two of them
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Post by butterfilly on Dec 9, 2007 12:58:22 GMT -5
Dear me, I am very sorry. My label be SweetDreams Fantasy, though I am to prefer Fantasy.
The fae nodded her delicate dome at the stag.
Your dialect is alien to this land, but I am very much sure the horses that dwell here will come accustomed to it.
She smiled, and lifted her crown higher. [/color][/size] |
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