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Post by kat on Dec 10, 2006 10:54:52 GMT -5
The blue roan mare silently haulted, when noticing she was in a rather un-fimaler land. The landswere speckled with lillies, and there was not another horse for miles.
The dove lifted her cranium and let out a loud nicker, asking for the king, be there any. She had a wip cord of only smooke gray, and a name of neither Heaven Sent nor Hell bound. She was a rather small pony, being the size of only about 15 hands high.
The mare smiled and looked over her shoulder. No one else. This bothered her. Was she on Hell Beound lands? Please, no. She pleaded to the Lord, looking at the sky.
The mare conminced back to grazing, and did so with a smile. Her beloved cursing?Skyler.
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Post by corpse.rotten on Dec 10, 2006 11:11:23 GMT -5
Loping out from the tree's hearing the mare's nicker, the king raced towards her, his crown was carved to his cranned neck and his banner whipped out behind him.
His legs moved in a hurry towaords her and he returned her nicker, he soon trot to her side and perked her audits"Lo miss, may i ask why you arry yourself apon' my terrain, and your cursing?"He asked her flicking his banner quikley.
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Post by kat on Dec 11, 2006 10:18:35 GMT -5
"I am blessed with a cursing of Skyler. I am merely a wonder waiting for a nice home to be accepted in. Might I have found this home, Sir?" She asked, assuming that he was King of the Realm. She gave a smile, and small bow.
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Post by corpse.rotten on Dec 11, 2006 17:23:19 GMT -5
Silver watched the mare and smired"Of course, Skyler, all mares are welcome pon' these lands, and you will be protected by my soul"He assured her and stomped a hoof so his muscle rippled when a fly landed on his silver peltage.
"Please M'dear, feel free to wonder"He told her and dnuzzled her on the neck affectionatly and relaxed her audits.
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Post by kat on Dec 11, 2006 17:39:22 GMT -5
Skyler smiled and nudged him back affectionatly. She walked along the borders, and, in 5 minutes flat, knew the lands like the back of her hand, er..... hoof. She knew the accesnding and decending of the land, where the good grass was, where the water was coldest. She did this is all her homes.The four that she had.
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Post by corpse.rotten on Dec 11, 2006 17:47:22 GMT -5
He watched as his new mare studied the land a large smirk was placed apon' his mug.
He soon dropped his crown, the muscles in his neck rippled and his kissers streched out and ripped up some grass, now he could only wait for his herd to go larger.
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Post by kat on Dec 11, 2006 17:49:44 GMT -5
The ebon mare looked over, and gave a smile. She knew that to the north, there was a pleathera of green, green grass. She lowerd her dome, her foot long forelock hanging over her eye as she grazed slowly, taking pleasure as she did so.
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