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Post by jamie12 on Sept 29, 2009 0:02:41 GMT -5
Grace walks in to a meadows that she unfamiliar with.The ground was soft beneath her hooves and she pranced nervously at unseen dangers. Her knees felt weak as she looked around, her black mane flowing in the breeze.
"Hello? Is any one here?" whinnied that mare with fear. Was a stallion waiting to pounce somewhere? She looked around nervously, realizing she was being silly.
She waited, her heart pounding. She trotted in place and waited in the small clearing. She nickered for a stallion to come and cantered, burning off some energy. |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 29, 2009 0:24:43 GMT -5
The bay stallion trotted through the grounds with a hard stride, his jawline set. His feet rung on the ground, clicking amongst the stones as he strove to meet his goal. He tossed his head, his eyes daring and cunning. His coat was patchy and he looked a bit underweight, but his eyes challenged any who dared to say it aloud. He was slowly coming back to health, his coat getting thicker and lusher as the burrs and tangles came out of his mane.
He snorted as he scented a mare and cantered forward. His dark chocolate coat was darker with sweat and clouds of fog came from his nose, puffs of hot air into the cool autumn morning. He cantered into the clearing and pranced, his chin tucked in as his orbs scoured over the mare.
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Post by jamie12 on Sept 29, 2009 0:51:59 GMT -5
she sees the stallion but then looks away as she thinks that he is stuck up, but as he gets closer she sees that he is just trying to impress her, and she likes to have attention.
she walks up to the stallion with fear, but confident and a Little annoyed that he was showing off.
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 29, 2009 1:00:06 GMT -5
Surprise tossed his head as the mare walked towards him. his nostrils flared as he smelt her scent, she was in heat."Listen up rat. You will come to my land as a follower and listen to me only. You will carry my foal and give birth to it. Understood?" He asked in a mean tone, his eyes annoyed at the time he had wasted. Without waiting for her reply he bit her, his teeth grabbing on and twisting her shoulder. Blood dribbled down it and he nipped her once more, less fierce. "Now I will truly have my claim on you when you are carrying my foal" He said. He herded her towards the breeding grounds. |
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Post by jamie12 on Sept 29, 2009 1:12:56 GMT -5
sopes*snif Snif*
kicks out but not at the stallion
she wishes that she had kicked the stallion but she didn't because this might be the last chance to have a foal.
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