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Subject: Trouble? Author: Navy [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:09:30 05/27/03 Tue In reply to: Thunder 's message, "]NamesThunder[" on 13:07:10 05/27/03 Tue "Trouble? No, no. Just a bit of 'birthday' fun," She says deviously, a cheshire grin touching her lips. She nips fondly at the stallions shoulder to show no trouble here. Just two kids in love. ;) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> Subject: .[yep. what she said. ;)]. Author: Adrian [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:55:44 05/27/03 Tue Brief recognition crosses his face. Of course! They had met once before but not under particularly good circumstances. Yep. The bay replies, putting on a silly grin, dropping his previous coldness. It's Navy's birthday. She's turning ten. He pushes the roan in the shoulder, holding back a joking laugh, for he was only kidding. Where we come from, Thunder, it is pretty void of oceans. Thank you. The thoroughbred bobs his head once. He then looks towards the water. Come on come on, Navy. He pokes her with his nose. I wanna put my foot in the water. The bay tries to herd her in that direction by pushing into her. Ahh, two kids in love is right.. ;) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: Walks to Thunder. Author: §erengeti [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 08:09:16 05/28/03 Wed *gives him a reasurring nuzzle* It doesn't seem as if they are here to cause any trouble, relax a little! *she watches the two equines heading towards the water.* I'm in love too! *winking one of her sky blue eyes she speaks into his ear* With you. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ]Silent Laugh[ Author: Thunder [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:31:27 05/28/03 Wed ]Looks At The Mare Named Navy[ Happy Birthday to You M'lady, You have free reign of the island. ]winks at adrian and turns to his mate, he nips her rump and whispers[ As Am I m'love....]nuzzles her[ [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: all clear ya'll Author: Navy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:04:02 05/28/03 Wed Throwing her head back over her shoulder, she gives a filly-like grin. "Thanks!" With a splash she plants her forefeet into the water, tossing her head at how suprisingly cold it was. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[trot]. Author: Adrian [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 23:27:32 05/28/03 Wed He watches as the water envelopes his hooves, recedes back, and then submerges them again. Ears twitch around somewhat enjoying the constant crashing lull of the waves upon the beach. He begins to trot, getting used to the feel of the water temperature. Hey, Navy! Up for a race? The bloodhorse looks down ribbon of sand.. a wide expanse just waiting to be galloped upon. He trots a circle, heading into a bit more deeper water. Waves knock at his knees as the water surges around them. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: I'm going to be gone until Sunday. RATS! be back soon.. Author: marty[Adrian] [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 21:03:18 05/29/03 Thu [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: [That's k, sorry i couldn't post a reply...] Author: Navy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:33:32 05/30/03 Fri "It would be a bit of a one-sided race," She comments vaguely, before spinning on her hind legs and galloping away from him as fast as her slender legs could carry her. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[yipee]. Author: Adrian [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 21:58:07 06/02/03 Mon Wheeling around, he takes off at a gallop in hot pursuit. Wet sand clods spatter on his coat, yet that is all part of the sheer fun of it. Gradually, the stallion begins to eat at her lead, hooves pounding, stride lengthening fractions at a time. He considers shifting gears, yet he holds out for a couple of seconds. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ||. smile .|| Author: Navy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:29:52 06/05/03 Thu Her long slender legs carry her just as fast as she dares right now, her reserves of speed remain tucked in her chest for later use. The thoroughbred may be the steed best chosen for short distances, but in the long run no one is faster than the Arab. With a light smirk she simply galavants along, her once long strides now becoming more collected and bouncy. She has fun with this little race. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[need for speed]. <--- that was a little cheesy, but whatever. :) Author: Adrian [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:21:36 06/05/03 Thu Getting tired of eating Navy's sand, he taps into his reserve of old-fashioned thoroughbred speed. His stride lengthens and he flattens out, digging in. This surges him forward at a swift clip, eventually passing up Navy. He gives her a quick and almost smug smirk. He cannot keep up this kind of speed forever, however, and he is quite unaware of the Arab's "secret" weapon. The bay does attempt to keep his rate of travel constant, although it does ebb the slightest. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ||. put 'im away! .|| Author: Navy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:58:19 06/06/03 Fri She smiles slightly as the stallion surges by, she is quite content to pass him when he tires. Her legs moving in continuous, even strides carry her just at his flank. Though her nostrils flare and her neck is dark with sweat she shows not a trace of aches or tiredness. She is strong. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[you're a machine!]. Author: Adrian [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:38:05 06/06/03 Fri Gradually, his speed begins to drop as he starts to burn out. Navy then takes the lead by a nose, and the bay struggles to retain his prior pace, breathing hard and legs churning. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ||. no one ever told you .|| Author: Navy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:34:24 06/07/03 Sat She is rapidly become bored with this game. "Didn't your mom ever tell you Arabs are endurance specialists?" She commented with a mischevious grin, slowing to an extended canter, then a passive jog. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[perhaps..]. Author: Adrian [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 22:23:59 06/11/03 Wed He slows down along side her. Well, she might have mentioned it once.. or maybe twice. The bay smirks, turning himself towards her unexpectantly and pushing his shoulder into hers. He utters a single laugh. (oh darn, Adrian's been sneaked and since my computer doesn't always allow me to see the source code, I didn't even see it coming! I'm still going to post here though. Might as well be in two places at once. ;) Navy's in charge over at the herd.:) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ||. oh no .|| Author: Navy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 12:41:04 06/13/03 Fri [Who did the dastardly dead?? Navy will be en route to kick their caboose] "FOUL!" She screeches, bucking her heels at his lithe form. Once she was done her little episode she trotted pleasantly up a dune, sampling the long strands of sea grass. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: .[crikey]. Author: Adrian [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 10:39:39 06/16/03 Mon (yay!) He jumps to the side, startled by her mad bucking session. Eyeing the sea grass suspiciously, the stallion climbs up the dune, jabbing his hooves in the sand to get good traction. He sedately bites at the wispy grass, chewing in a thoughtful, deliberate way. The bay attempts to think of something to say, yet he does not say anything right away. Though he may, at any moment, just say something anyway. (Ooo, weird message.) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ||. sounds very unsure .|| Author: Navy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:57:18 06/18/03 Wed She chomped at the salty blades amiably. A roany ear listened at the lithe thoroughbred. Would he just let them eat in silence? She didn't want to have to speak. It would be something rude. [How vague...] [ Post a Reply to This Message ]