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Post by å…¬Legacyå…¬ on Dec 12, 2006 12:40:13 GMT -5
Legacy cantered out to the terrain. No claimers have called this place their own, and so he did. He stomped his hoof, and his ears tall, and his head high up with pride.
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Post by Serengeti on Dec 12, 2006 18:32:18 GMT -5
Raibelle stood in the valley, tearing up grass contentedly. She would take a step now and then, but stayed in the generally same place. Suddenly a wave of fear came over her and her neck snapped up, nostrils flared and audits swiveled nonstop. She neighed in agitation, stepping back cautiously. Hearing hoofbeats of an equine calmed her a bit, but it was the scent that occompanied it. The unmistakeable stench of a sweaty human and leather came like a wall at her, and as instincts propelled her into a gallop and a 180 degree turn in midair she was off like a bullet. On and on she ran, looking back for only a split second. After a short time she was assured that the man was no longer on her trail and kept galloping just for sheer love of the wind in her mane.
Belle, lathered in sweat and breathing heavily finally slowed down to a reasonably fast canter. This was downgraded into a trot eventually and at last a walk. The mare stepped over a rise and looked down to see a green valley, lush and plentiful. Just as she was about to canter down and grab some of the greenery the scent of a stallion stopped her in her tracks. A loud whinny escaped her before she coul check herself and with flattened audits she awaited his approach.
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Post by å…¬Legacyå…¬ on Dec 15, 2006 20:00:35 GMT -5
Legacy. . . A sudden scent of vix came across Legacy's nares. He turned his head, and spotted her. He rolled his pools, making his way to 'er. His towers weaved through the wet, dewy grass. He stood approximately 5 feet away from her so his scent of stallion wouldn't frighten her.
" 'Lo there, vix."
He whistled. 'Vocs didn't allowed to let him say more. He tossed his head to get his thick forelock out of his way. He awaited patiently for her reply. [/color] |
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Post by Serengeti on Dec 18, 2006 11:27:24 GMT -5
her eyes narrowed with suspicion, nostrils flared and in turn each leg took a step back. Cocking her head she turned a bit to the righ, so as her shoulder was facing directly at the stallion. This allowed her to see better and a better chance of fleeing if nesecarry. Head dropped slightly as her reply came like smoke, illusive and enticing, but always scattering from a closed fist. "Hm, hello brute. This land, it's yours I would presume?" One audit remained firmly on him, the other turned and seemed to 'survey' her escape path.
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Post by å…¬Legacyå…¬ on Jan 6, 2007 13:28:14 GMT -5
ooc: I am gonna take a break for quite a long time because I'm starting to circuit around CA with Region 6 Hunter/Jumper Asc. So I have a lot of practicing to do. This is probably my last post for a long time. BIC: Legacy...
His audlit's covers half way shut. He stomped on pillar, and calmly replied,
"Yes, 'tis m'land."
Legacy ripped some green, dewy grass, and munched on some. He gulped it down, and waited for a reply. He sat there in the sun that beamed on his coat. He tossed his head in order to removie the flies. |
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