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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 2:48:37 GMT -5
Black Pearl tossed her head as she walked into the meadow. Her pace was face and her jaw was set. The light sun was rising over the hill as she walked towards it. She wound in and out of the trees, her dark midnight whipcord hardly visible in the early hours of dusk. He daggers clicked on stones as the sunk into the soft earth.
The looming trunks of the trees began to thin and the fading moonlight coat on the filly's cotton hued coat. It shone like the moon itself, white and pure on the growing satiny hair. Her mane was thick and wild, like an uncontrollable black flame of fury.
Her orbs were black as midnight and she saw everything in them, her orbs always searching. She reached the meadow just as the rays of the sun stroked it. It painted the long, dying grass a warm orange, tinged pink. The azure sky was still dimly light with fading fast stars.
She rocked back on her daggers as her pillars stroked the air, her muscles trembling as she screamed to the waking world. She called for a stallion. She did not ask the young colts to come. She was a fiery young filly why liked to be respected and treated equally. she needed to be controlled. She was Black Pearl. |
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Sept 30, 2009 3:19:42 GMT -5
Corus
Learn To Fear Him A newcomer stag, soon heard the cries of the mare.
He picked his way through the long grass, towards her, his whipcord swishing to and fourth.
His orbs searching for the one, he searched for.
His taster ran over his fangs, as he saw her in the distance.
He too, rose to his hinds, striking the sky with his daggers.
He cried out, in response.
His orbs took in her beauty, her pride, her spirit, the fire within her, that gleamed so clearly. |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 3:29:33 GMT -5
The filly looked around at the new stag. His coat was a patchwork of ebony and alabaster, the colors mingling as his long flowing mane and tail whipped around him in the cool breeze. The last traces of dusk were leaving and a layer of fog settled int he meadow. The fillies black legs moved through the fog, appearing like she was floating. Her snow white coat was pale and ghostly, matching the fog.
The stallions black and white contrast only added to the beauty of him. He raised in response to her, his strong pillars holding his bulk easily. She had begun picking her way to him before he had even touched the soil. She tossed her head as she trotted, her dark ebony orbs watching his movements for signs of aggressiveness or evilness. |
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 30, 2009 18:29:14 GMT -5
Soldier thundered into the land. The strong Kiger MUstang whinnied and reared. He was here for a mare, he had two and expecting a foal soon. His whipcord slashed against his legs, black contrasting on dun.
Eyeing a young filly, the stallion was slightly experienced, one the filly would be safer with. He saw a new stallion snorting, kind oflike a scoff, but respected him. Trotting up he stopped beside the mature filly and smiled. He nodded his head to both.
"Hello I am Soldier, of the Clearing. Quite a nice place." He said, his tone fatherly, not gruff but not sweet and dainty like some fake stallions tried to be. |
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Sept 30, 2009 21:20:09 GMT -5
 Corus remained silent.
He ignored the new stag, focusing on the filly before him.
He moved to greet her.
His orbs locked with her own.
"Greetings..."
His lyrics were loud and clear, an odor of death seemed to surround him.
He had a dark heart, it was clear.
Fog soon reached him, it climbed to his ergots.
He snorted, then turning his attention to the stag.
He observed his color, his features, as they were sure to meet once more in these grounds. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 30, 2009 22:19:03 GMT -5
Pearl eyed the other stallion coolly, hardly reacting to his presence. It was the patchwork stallion who caught her attention. She trotted, her skull bent in submission to the stallion she had already chooses to go with before the other had turned up. The first stallion was handsome and strong, it was clear that he was the right choice ans would protect her. She trotted up, circling behind the stallion before coming back around to his front. She dipped her granite coloroured skull, her orbs never looking into his. It was clear she choose him, submitting to him. he was that kind of stallion, a take-charge/ don't-ever-annoy-me type. |
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Sept 30, 2009 22:32:01 GMT -5
He watched her, knowing that he had won her heart.
He nipped her on her rump, claiming her as his, however, there was no need for it, but it was done.
He pranced infront of her, edging closer to her hide, he was herding her towards his domain.
The fog cleared, from his hooves, his breath created hot clouds, as he breathed out.
He turned his head, smirking at the stag that had lost. He noticed that he was young.
But he ignored the stag again, concentrating back on the filly. |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 1, 2009 2:51:46 GMT -5
[Gonna post in your land][/color]
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Oct 1, 2009 6:25:25 GMT -5
-my horse is noy patch work, look in my signature, it's Soldier.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 1, 2009 16:39:21 GMT -5
-but my horse has patchwork.
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Oct 3, 2009 18:33:21 GMT -5
-whhoppppsssss-
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