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A single brow is quirked at this albino mares antics. Who did she think she was, she wasn't good enough for he. Cold, emotionless eyes look towards the former queen. Her comment was quite true, this unwanted prostitute had to go. Teeth are slightly bared towards the pallid fae. Mahogan body is swiftly turned, single hind leg is kicked out towards the mare. Loud, savage tune is emitted from vocal cords. Body is swiftly turned once more, teeth try to clip upon neck before slowly moving over to the palamino one. I really don't understand some mares, especially this one. Don't they have anything better to do then throw themselves at the first living stallion they see. It is really a most gruelling thing to do. |
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Re: she slowly walks away -- lightnings power, 10:54:02 05/18/03 Sun
her silky mane jumps on her neck as she hangs her head low to the ground and she thinks to herself mabey I be wanted at a barn with humans she walks off into the distance hopeing they would call her back. never before had she seen a more beautiful stallion and she knew she never would again
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buh bye -- Fleur, 12:07:47 05/18/03 Sun
The cold mare watches the whore stalk away saddly, and no vocals come from her chest to call her back. Perhaps the humans will breed her, a thought strung itself out before her. Darkened ocules roll as she turns away from the direction the pallid one had exited.
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Devoid of emotion -- Daughter of Lights, 15:45:37 05/18/03 Sun
The mare watched emotionlessly as the white one walks away in the direction of the farm. She bit back a chuckle, for the same thought that occured to Fleur passed through her own mind. Shrugging, the sedate sympathizer, for she did feel badly that the mare had nothing better to look for, turned back to her occupation of grazing.
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