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Post by saedreamer on Oct 26, 2010 20:10:15 GMT -6
L o v e L i k e W i n t e r Grey Arabian stallion galloped back into his land, waiting at the edge of his claim line for the gorgeous mare Dahlia, his first claim. Flaring his nostrils out a bit, his eyes scanned the horizon, waiting for the silhouette of his first mare to arrive, hopefully he would be able to trust her to stay here while he left to snag another mare. Soon though, once things were settled and he could leave a fully loyal mare in charge, then hi true horrible colors would show through... but not until then, no he would continue with his current 'nice' game, let he mares get trusting of him, before he would completely destroy their picture of him. |
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Post by racechick on Oct 30, 2010 20:14:58 GMT -6
Dahlia Geranium fae prudently made her way down the rocky mountain side, she was entering Winter's terra, the stallion that she'd met in the Lover's Square. A picture of the brute appeared in her head, his dappled slate pelt unforgettable. Dahlia snorted as a rock gave way under her right hind hoof, easily restoring her balance. Her fore pillars pedelled her down the alp, his haunches hovering only inches from the ground. Finally, she was in the valley, off the side of the mountain. A nicker erupted in her chest cavity, optics searching for the motley stag. "Oh Winter." She bellowed, her tone honey coated. She waited, patiently for the cow, wondering how he would act now.
He had acted somewhat like he was lying about who he was, and Dahlia didn't like it. She was still cautious to trust him, and only time would tell if she was going to stay here or not. Crimson fae snorted, striking the earth with a hoof, as she arched her dished face in toward her chest. Jewels gleamed, scanning the land in search of Winter. |
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