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Post by saedreamer on Oct 8, 2010 17:59:05 GMT -6
Midnight Wanderer A brush of the wind, a quick bow of the head as she snorted was all that happened before there was a sudden flurry of powerful, black legs galloping swiftly over the grassy area. Having appeared in the darkness, Wanderer was hidden well. The nightly shadows hiding any sign of her. Of course when it came to her eyes... well those were what gave her away. The bright Amber eyes with a hint of hazel basically glowed in the moonlight. Moonbeams bounced off of her glossy pelt, making her appear to sparkle or glimmer.
With a shake of her head, the black shadow mare took another leap forward, ready to let herself have a bit of fun while no one was around for the moment. She just enjoyed running period. She would have been even more happy if someone where to join her; however, the silence at the time was quite peaceful and calming.
While her run continued, her legs barely gracing the ground, Wander glanced up at teh sky before calling out to anyone around. "Is there anyone out there willing to find a Shadow to call their own?" |
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 10, 2010 17:01:30 GMT -6
Thowra  In the darkness of the night,
In the fury of the storm,
Witht he silver mark of freedom,
The spirit was born. My silver hide moved lithely as I cantered along one of the many rivers in our homelands. Freedom was a thing that many took for granted, and granted I once was one of them. That was until I met man for the first time as a foal.
That had created a lot of wisdom in me now, and though there was some hellion blood in me, it only showed when I wanted it to be known.
Seeing someone standing under on of the trees I turned in her direction, stopping nearby.
"Greetings, fae."Thowra, they named him Thowra,
Like the wind, like the wind, that is free,
To be king of the bush, his destiny. |
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Post by saedreamer on Oct 12, 2010 4:29:22 GMT -6
Amber-Hazel eyes looked towards the stallion that had walked towards her. Bowing her head in a polite hello, Wander spoke softly to the stallion, a bit shocked at how quickly a stallion had answered her call.
"Hello, Stag, I am Midnight Wanderer. You may call me Wander though. May I know the name of the Hadsome stag infront of me?"
Blunt, yes she was. Wander figured why go through life saying things in a different way then what you truly meant? It woud only ever lead one towards trouble.
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 12, 2010 4:36:27 GMT -6
"I am Thowra," replied the stallion. He smiled though, knowing that some liked others to be to the point. If she was one of them, he would be so, but only time in their conversation would tell him of that.
"I am the leader of Snowy River Forest, a place of many intersting twists and turns within the valleys, mountains and forest ridges."
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Post by saedreamer on Oct 16, 2010 10:44:06 GMT -6
Wander nodded her head lightly. With how the stallion had spoken she was guessing that he was inviting her to join him within his land.
"Are you saying, Thowra. That you are wanting me to join you? Or did you have another reason for telling me where your home was?"
Her voice stayed soft as her dark tail whipped out at a random fly that attempted to land on her pelt, looking for a meal.
Looking back up at the stallion her oddly colored eyes watching him quietly. She waited to see what he would say to her response. Would he get angry? Annoyed?
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 17, 2010 2:55:55 GMT -6
He chuckled as she asked him if he was inviting her to join his herd.
"I like to tell people of my home before I ask them. Not to mention, they are the ones who choose to come, I will not force anyone to come."
That was something that set him apart as a pure hellion. There was no bloodlust in him, though all the rest had that.
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Post by saedreamer on Oct 24, 2010 13:17:42 GMT -6
(OOC: Sorry for the delay... School was killer with giving me test left and right.)
The black mare almost seemed to smirk.
"Well, when you put it that way, your land does sound lovely. It certainly beats wandering around by one's self."
She watched the stallion quietly as she waited to hear his response. Most of the nightly shadows were keeping her secluded from anything else, but the stallion's coat made him almost stick out like a sore thumb, especially if he were to step into the moonlight..
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Post by The Silver Brumby on Oct 30, 2010 3:38:11 GMT -6
OOC: new thread in Snowy River Forest
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