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Post by Silver Arrow's {Angel} on Oct 9, 2009 21:16:33 GMT -5
 Dove walked into the land. She was kicked from her herd for being away for a bit. She shook her coat and continued on. Her pelt looked like it was made of white marble, smooth looking. She looked soft as silk, and she was. |
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Post by admin on Oct 10, 2009 7:40:47 GMT -5
ooc;; welcome back, but new rule - your posts need to be 80 words please.
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Post by Viali on Oct 10, 2009 16:33:31 GMT -5
Habit, to put it simply, was bored. It was a deep running boredom, one that had been long simmering. True, he did have a small herd now and two foals on the way, but in a way, it wasn't enough. He had taken to wandering, of late. He was careful, though, and made sure to leave in the heat of the afternoon, when predators would be sleeping.
Somehow, the black and white draft had wandered into the claiming lands. Only one mare was visible though the scents of others wafted in the place. Yet, he didn't bother to look for them. This fea had caught his eye. " 'ello, love." He spoke, his voice clipped and slightly harsh, tinged with a bit of niceness.
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