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Post by jamie12 on Sept 27, 2009 21:25:30 GMT -5
"WOW, silver Arrow, this place is amazing, thank you for bring me here"
She trots in sees everything and as the filly saw everything she was so happy that this was her new life
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 28, 2009 14:00:33 GMT -5
-Try to make yor posts a little longer. Tell what she's thinking about, her actions. Etc. And she *trotted. The stallion smiled and whinnied happily. "I am glad you like it dear Raven." Nuzzling the six month old he led her to the creek for a drink and some lush bright green grass. Flicking his tail he looked up, his long mane swaying with tiniest breeze coming through the trees. Smiling his land was dark, but a happy and wonderful place none the less. |
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Post by jamie12 on Sept 28, 2009 20:21:20 GMT -5
" thank you for helping me. when will I met the others" the filly nieghed
Drinks some more water and then stops to eat some grass.
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 28, 2009 20:26:29 GMT -5
The stallion shook his mane. "Once you have some strenght back, I'll call a herd meeting, I have many people around and everyone has to meet, so soon." He smiled, feeling fond of the little filly. flicking his tail he took a drink and sighed. Thinking of Irish, it made him sick how much he liked her right now. |
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Post by jamie12 on Sept 28, 2009 20:31:13 GMT -5
"Ok and to answer your question about the mare she is my mother and she was claimed by a stallion while out for a canter, well thats the story that I heard from my herd so I ran away, and I was hoping that the stallion was you" she nieghed with a sope as she misses her mother.
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 28, 2009 20:35:27 GMT -5
The stallions listened, auds pricked forward intently. Shaking his head he sighed. "That is not me, sorry young one. I hope your mother is ok. I am almost certain she is, unless a cruel stallion took her which is unlikely." He smiled reassuringly and nuzzled her. |
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Post by jamie12 on Sept 28, 2009 20:41:04 GMT -5
"I hope she is ok as well"
stops soping
"oh and thank you again, and is there a shelter or something it likes it's going to rain."
starts to bucket down with rain.
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 28, 2009 20:43:53 GMT -5
Arrrow smiled as the rain came down in heaps. "No, no shelter. But if you can find a large thick clump of trees that proves well. You learn to like it."
Raising his head up to the sky the rain fell down his pelt. running down the his legs, droplets formed by his eyes and on his mane and muzzle. His tail soon hung wet and he looked clean and new again. |
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Post by jamie12 on Sept 28, 2009 20:49:56 GMT -5
"ok , can we go look for a bunch of trees before you and I get sick"
droplets of water drip down the young fillys legs and mane.
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 28, 2009 20:53:50 GMT -5
The stallion chuckled and smiled and mived unde the trees, inviting her. He soon dried off.
-sorry short-
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Post by jamie12 on Sept 28, 2009 20:56:54 GMT -5
"whats so funny"
moves under the trees and to dries .
_really short_
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 29, 2009 20:00:04 GMT -5
"Nothing" He said shaking his head. Whinning for the lead he smiled down at the filly. "Would you like to meet the lad mistress?" He said, his voice softened when he spoke about her. Sighing he shook his mane and waited. He was taller tan the filly and moved over her, so she was under him, protected from the cold rain. |
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Post by jamie12 on Sept 29, 2009 20:19:34 GMT -5
"Yes that would be lovely, to meet her" Raven whinnied
"What is her name" Raven Whinnied
Raven Shivered as she was so cold even under Silver Arrow
Thinks: I hope the lad mistress is nice?
"I hope this Rain stops soon I'm so cold, I could, actually I don't know what I'd do." Raven nickered
"When will I meet the rest of the herd." Raven says with happiness
As it starts to hale Raven wishes she was with her mother as when she was born it was haling.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 6:46:48 GMT -5
Irish Spearmint had only been Queen for a couple of days. Already, she was feeling stressful, the colt due any day now. She couldn't stand the cold, and her barrel bulged around her. Spearmint was an Irish Sport Horse though, her body built to stand the cold and rain. But somehow, rain just made a day miserable. It bleak every going drip drop made the land seem lonely and quiet. Winter was inevitable in the forests, at least the high looming treetops blocking the wind and chill
A twig cracked under the fae's daggers. It was almost muffled, the dagger making a sharp click as it moved forward once more. The tall trees loomed and made the miserable day even worse. The fae's ebonite appendages moved forward, her twin-sets perked as she picked up all and everything around her. Her granite dappled pelt was dusted with a sprinkle of rain and mist. Her long tresses were slightly matted, the silvery blond and pepper grey mixing into a silver soot. Her tresses glimmered and sparkled as her maw opened, snatching at light olive hued blades. Her daggers carried her forward as the fae heard her brute's call. The appendages paused, rendering her still, like hesitant. She seemed to leap and bound into a 3 beat pace, cantering as fast as she could. Her pillars carried her through the maze, the looming soldiers watching her with amusement as she passed.
Twigs and sticks broke and clicked under her sharp ivory daggers, streaked with black. They were shiny and wet in the miserable drizzle of rain. Everything was dark, the shdows looming liek dark horses in the Shadow Forest. No doubt the azure sky would be filled with meaningful angry soot clouds, matching her whipcord. Her canter carried, her broad spine carrying her barrle load. She jumped uphill, her daggers carrying her. Small earthquakes of granite and wood fell behind her. The gravel clicked and crunched under her daggers, small dust clouds rising and dusting her pillars despite the rain. The mare made a final leap, grunting with the effort of moving her swollen barrel uphill.
The first blow of wind swept her on the hilltop, unprotected by trees. She snorted in the biting temperatures and look across the clearing to the opposite horses.She saw the two horses, brute and filly. Her pillars carried her to the species of her kind, the horse she loved. Arrow. She tenderly nuzzled him and arched her neck to sniff at her barrel, She swore the colt inside of her was moving. A kick from a dagger here, one there. She turned back, her dark mystical orbs scouring the young fae in front of her. Barley 10 moons old, she was ratty looking and under kept. Her coat looked dull and she was shivering. At least her pelt was long. Spearmint had been bred for show and jumping, not cold. She barley had a winter coat and she could feel the cold biting at her. She hoped the prince would be ok.
She ducked under the trees and it was a bit more protected. That didn't stop her from shivering violently. But she refused to let it show, Arrow would be worried if he realised she was in pain and uncomfortable. She was carrying their prince or princess, after all. She nuzzled Arrow's gorgeous contrasting coat, ebony black an cotton-hued patchwork. She was careful not to get to close, or Arrow would feel her freezing temperatures. She turned to the filly, her orbs scouring. She dipped her head once , accepting the filly but refusing to go closer. This filly could be a threat to the herd. With one foal born and the other due any day, she would be the one suffering if there was not enough food in winter. It was hard and all the herd members would hate it, but she was not herd born and Spearmint's foal would come first, being heir or heiress. Depending on Arrow's relationship with the juvenile, Emerald's foal should come next. It was a hard concept to grip, but it was survival of the fittest.
Word Count: 701
My Muse Level: bad/average/good/excellent
My Mood: Ok 
Spearmint's Mood: Cold and hurting from the foal. Worried for foal and Raven.
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 30, 2009 18:15:23 GMT -5
The stallion stood over the fae. His body was cold, but he was a large brute, strong and fit. Slashing his whipcorrd against his legs he looked over his land. It was mostly flat but one large hill. He hoped his lady was ok, if she didn't come soon the brute would leave the young one to go find her. Soon the Queen came into view and a bright smile was cast on his face. She came down, most beautiful. She swayed, and the moon was coming out. She made the moon envous as it luminated her frame as he recollected.
She greeted him with a nuzzle, returning it with a touch tenderly to her jaw line. Her barel had grown. And he was more excited than he had been for Routterrie's. The fae's coat seemed to be ratted and worn from possibly fatigue, but the brute did not notice. He was disttracted by the more important things. His orbs caught her shivering once and he moved beside her, her cold shoked him, but he didn't show it on her face. Nudging her under a tree, the hail didn't hit her there, but it pelted his back and rump. He didn't care though.
He stood pressed beside her, already her side seemed to be warming. And after a year here she would be used to cold. Possibly. It wasn't that bad here. Winter only came along with a few centimetres of snow, and a brief wind if you stood on the edges of the eerie forests. His neck craned over hers keeping that warm too. But he spke to the filly and Irish, guessing she could feel the vibrations from his neck, because it was pressed to her.
"Irish. This is Raven, Raven, Irish, the Queen." He smiled, proud of her though typically worried. |
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