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Post by barina on May 13, 2008 0:48:59 GMT
Barina continued to graze by the riverbank until dusk. Then she raised her head sadly and looked about her. Sighing inwardly, she reflected on the afternoon's events. Who would have guessed that after running into five horses, she would still end up alone. And now she was in even more danger from that dratted black beast who now knew she was about. While she didn't think that he would actually come seeking her, she decided it was best to move. And also to employ the ancient wisdom her step-dam had imparted on her. How to travel without leaving a single trace. She stepped lightly up the bank, her neat hooves making no mark on the ground as she picked her way from rock to rock. Quietly she moved through the forest, a solitary silvery ghost in the night...
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Post by ranger on Feb 9, 2009 9:03:47 GMT
The patchwork stallion danced his way along the spine of the mountain, neat hooves treading light as a thief on the earth- head held high and with the usual mischevious grin on his pale pink lips. White ringed chocolate eyes twinkled with cheek and wit, ears pricked forward as if listening to his own tune. And indeed he was. He hummed merrily- finally bursting into a song, his voice sweet and bounding with amusement. Half the Courtroom Jester, Half a Nickeled purse, Could there be a finer gent, Well, there couldn't be any worse. Hey there, Mr. Suntop, Mr. Raincloud just dropped in, and turned the Courtroom Jester, and places he has been, Into... Into a jug of wine, a splattered rainbow hue.
Now, the jokes, the laughs, are weighted down, and watered down like you
He finished his tune and continued dancing joyously down his own pathway. His body was fluid in motion, his muscles and joints well oiled, contracting and expanding where needed, taught and lean. His whole face was white, his eyes staring out mischeviously. His mane and tail hung long and white, mane dangling past his neck and tail down past his hocks. A lone figure appeared into his line of vision and he paused with a grin. Further examination settled the facts. A mare, rare coloured and possibly beautiful. He considered his options, stay merrily alone, or get merry with another horse. He grinned again, setting off on his dancing way toward the mare, eyes twinkling.
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Post by Tiggs on Feb 9, 2009 12:31:26 GMT
OOC: I think this thread is a little too old Barina has long since been claimed by another stallion.
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Post by ranger on Feb 10, 2009 8:22:35 GMT
okee dokey ^^
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