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Post by lejea on Dec 7, 2007 12:01:56 GMT -5
The three fillies stumbled into the terra, their body's bruised and bleeding. After their mother died, their father chased them out of his terra. Their fourth twin sister was killed by their evil father. They came here looking for a mother, a home, and love. Would they find what they wanted?
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Post by |.(h.orsediv.a|.) on Dec 10, 2007 15:30:41 GMT -5
She approached the three foals, looking at their scrawny bodies, immediately feeling bad for them. Hello, young lings. She said as she approached them, but not getting too close. She had recently had a still born colt, for which her mate left her. She stood there, waiting for their reaction to her appearance.
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Post by lejea on Dec 10, 2007 15:35:50 GMT -5
The jet black filly stepped forward bravely. She rasied her head high, for she was taller than the usual foal. "What's your name wench? And why do you come here?" Her voice rang out as dark as her coat. The white filly and her gray sister watched from behind their dark sister.
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Post by |.(h.orsediv.a|.) on Dec 10, 2007 15:38:32 GMT -5
My name is Love Your Life. She said, standing over the filly. Or just Love. She said, the pity leaving her voice as she talked to this filly. And yours?
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Post by lejea on Dec 10, 2007 15:43:45 GMT -5
The black filly glared defiantly at the mare. "Midnight." Was all she said.
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Post by |.(h.orsediv.a|.) on Dec 10, 2007 15:45:24 GMT -5
She glared right back at her. And the others? She said, looking at the other two fillies. What are theirs? Her stomach was still a little swollen from her colt, though he was born days ago.
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Post by lejea on Dec 10, 2007 15:47:02 GMT -5
Midnight glanced back at her two twin sisters. "Kilala is on the right. Kirara is on the left." She said. Kilala had a brilliant white coat, while Kirara had a genlte gray.
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Post by |.(h.orsediv.a|.) on Dec 10, 2007 15:52:25 GMT -5
SHe looked at them. They are beautiful. She said, her voice softening. Do you... have a home... or a mother?
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Post by lejea on Dec 10, 2007 15:54:52 GMT -5
The little filly gaped at the mare. "And I'm not beautiful." She said, her expression suddenly looked hurt. "Of course I'm not. I'm the ugliest out of all of us, though we're twins." She said looking crestfallen.
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Post by hope4peace on Dec 11, 2007 11:26:14 GMT -5
of course you're beautiful. She said to the little filly. none of you are ugly. At all. You never will be. She said, stepping a little closer to them. I just thought I should say something to your sisters.
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Post by lejea on Dec 11, 2007 13:12:29 GMT -5
Midnight lifted her head high, puffing out her chest. "We need a momma. And if you keep standing here, no one's gonna come." She said, headbutting the mare in the chest.
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Post by |.(h.orsediv.a|.) on Dec 11, 2007 14:11:28 GMT -5
Am I not suited to be a mother? She said to the little filly. I have milk. and mothering abilities, you know. She told them.
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Post by lejea on Dec 11, 2007 15:01:15 GMT -5
Midnight snorted lightly. "Well why didn't you say so, wench?" She said with a glance at her sisters. "Where do you stay?" She asked bravely.
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Post by |.(h.orsediv.a|.) on Dec 11, 2007 15:03:33 GMT -5
Nowhere, yet. I had been searching, till i found you three. She said, looking at the filly-midnight. But I will find somewhere. She added.
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Post by lejea on Dec 11, 2007 15:06:05 GMT -5
"Well, you better find on quick." She said, nipping hard on the mares nose. She went to lay beside her sisters, her condition no better than theirs.
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