VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, [6], 7, 8, 9, 10 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 20:52:24 09/19/03 Fri
Author: .shimyrh.
Subject: §hine
In reply to: Cry of Battle/Cry of Glory 's message, "Sound the Buggle Now" on 13:33:33 09/19/03 Fri


.smokey dust clouded her hooves as they came to an ancy halt. eyes so wide and large deepened to be lost in. one could lose themselves in those eyes. those eyes like a doe's, that were averted in wonder to the other's hooves. no turning back now. she lifted her eyes slowly, climbing up the bronze body til she met the mare's eyes. she studied her eyes for a moment - an involentary shudder pinched her spine. the shudder was tingled with excitement, and though she would never admit, a bit of fear. her eyes were like saucers to the point of pain. no turning back now. a steady intake of breath through her mouth. she tasted the dry air, finding no moisture from it. but then the mare - a mother, she noticed, spoke. and then her foal. her own words came forth in a mumble, a mumble that wanted to be heard but dared not.


|S- Shimyrh. My name is Shimyrh.|


.her eyes ventured to the foal. subconsiously her shoulders slinked. why must she be so tall? even so, she held her head upright, false bravado lighting the fearful dusk, which twitched with effort. the effort failed. young. she was young, and American Warmblood all the way. she knew nothing of this spiel, but deciphered what she could. name. it must be a name. Cry Of Battle. it was a nice name. she opened her mouth to say more, but was at a loss. her little mouth twisted self-consiously. what had she done? what would they think of her? her eyes fled from the two and found the ground again.





(Meh. I hate writing like this. I prefer to let the words flow with *proper grammar*, with less distraction and rambling, but I suppose I can't be bound to one style)

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]
[ Contact Forum Admin ]

Forum timezone: GMT-5
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.