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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 1, 2009 3:06:34 GMT -5
Black Pearl tossed her head as trotted into the land. her orbs were narrows as she let forth a scream, much like the one she had used at Delepio Meadow. Her hooves clicked as she came back to the ground, daggers against soil. She half reared, both hoofs striking at the ground as she grew annoyed.
She waited fro the stallion. Her coat was like the moon itself, shining a dull clean opalescence colour, like a polished pearl. Her mane was as dark as night itself, contrasting with her coat. Much like her stallion. She tossed her head again, her thick buffy forelock flicking over her eyes.
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 1, 2009 3:17:57 GMT -5
 The stag lifted his structures one after the other.
He walked into his domain, slowly after her.
He knew she was a filly of few words, and didn't mind a bit.
His ebony and alabaster coat lightened, as the sun ran its heat upon his coat.
He snorted, sighing softly.
He knew he needed mares, he wondered if he should go back, deciding against it.
He halted, paces away from her, the filly that he had been attracted too.
"Welcome." |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 1, 2009 19:44:55 GMT -5
Black Pearl turned towards the brute, tossing her delicate alabaster skull. Her black listeners were pricked and her paper-thins flared as she smelt him. She trotted towards him, her orbs sparkling like stars. He welcomed her and she almost isghed in comfort at his deep booming voice.
"Hello.I forgot to introduce myself. I am Black Pearl"
She said, her voice a little bored, but excited at the prospect of being in a herd, and being with a unique stallion. She stepped forward and extended her maw in greeting once more.
Word Count: 90
Muse Level: bad/average/good/excellent
My mood: I have a sore throat 
Pearl's Mood: Excited |
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 1, 2009 20:17:35 GMT -5
"Black Pearl. Neither have I introduced myself.. My name is Corus."
He lowered his skull in greeting to the fae.
His lips touched her forehead.
He pulled back, his diamonds swiveling as he listened for predators.
His teardrops flared, breathing in her scent.
She was beautiful, to him anyway.
They were both unique in color terms.
She was all he ever wanted in this herd, except maybe a foal from her later on.
He lowered his skull, snuffling for perhaps some grass, in the sandy domain.
He stepped forwards upon his daggers, his structures stretching, bringing his bodice with them.
Word Count: 100
Muse Level: bad/average/good/excellent
My mood: Im bored
Corus' Mood: Calm |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 1, 2009 21:05:41 GMT -5
"Corus. That is a nice name"
She said, her voice kind. The filly cocked her skull to the side, a small smile playing at her lips.It was unique, one she had never heard before. His maw gently brushed over her skull, greeting her. She turned away form him, her pillars moving her as she totted along the beach. She went down to the water's edge, her maw grazing over the surface. The water was to salty to drink, but she gazed out over it.
Gentle waves lapped at her daggers as she closed her eyes and breathed in the soothing salt air. Her soot grey whipcord and tresses gently swayed in the breeze. A sweet smell of lavender and burnt roses washed from the filly. She had reached her first cycle of her ma. Black Pearl was in heat.
Word Count: 150
Muse Level: bad/average/good/excellent
My mood: I have a sore throat
Pearl's Mood:Calm |
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 1, 2009 21:26:27 GMT -5
He smelt the scent wafting from her, he knew she was in heat.
He breathed it in.
Crescents were marked upon the sand, as he moved towards her.
His lips touching her forehead, and moving down her jugular groove, towards her withers.
He remained silent, wondering if she wished to have a foal, he knew that she was still young.
He would wait, until she asked for a foal, as it was her choice.
He drank the water deeply, keeping his orbs on her.
She was beautiful.
Word Count: 80
Muse Level: bad/average/good/excellent
My mood: Im still bored, and Im eating TOAST!
Corus' Mood: Excited |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Oct 1, 2009 21:43:30 GMT -5
The filly kept her orbs closed as her listeners picked up the gentle sound of daggers on sand. Her paper thins smelled the stallion, his body heat being so close she could feel it. Her orbs were still closed as she felt the electric touch of his kissers upon her skull. His maw moved down her arched neck, gently brushing her withers. She fel the chills go through her at his touch.
"Corus. I have not known you long, but I wish to have a foal to you"
Her voice was clear as she arched her cotton-hued neck to see him. Her orbs were curious as she searched his face for an expression. She did not know how he would react.
Word Count: 133
Muse Level: bad/average/good/excellent
My mood: Sore throat.. Eating pasta for lunch Yummm
Pearl's Mood: a bit dazed and hopeful |
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Post by The Grim Reaper on Oct 5, 2009 23:45:58 GMT -5
"Then, let us go."
He stepped forwards, his diamonds pricked, skyward once more.
He nuzzled her, she was so... lovely, a dream vixen, and would certainly make his queen.
He wondered what they're foal would look like in the end, and if he should claim more mares, but more mares, always ment more foals, and that ment protecting them all from predators, if they came.
He didn't want to deal with protecting alot of them, maybe it should just be them, and they're foal to come.
A breeze suddenly flew towards them, bringing a chill to his coat.
He shivered, shaking it, and some malted to the ground.
His shadowed black orbs caught sight of her again, he breathed in her scent.
He wanted this "moment" to last forever.
Word Count: 100
Muse Level: bad/average/good/excellent
My mood: Hungry for some seafood..
Corus' Mood: Calm |
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