...it's a hardknock life... -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 15:53:07 02/07/04 Sat
Author: C
Subject: ...it's a hardknock life...
In reply to: Criminal Illusions 's message, "...let's start over, ab ovo..." on 17:21:56 01/22/04 Thu

...snorting adamantly at what words he heard escape his new mate's mouth, the stallion rolls onto his legs and remains on the ground, his neck reaching out to her in a haughty manner...

Hey, speak for yourself. I think they taste mighty fine.

...he then hoists himself back onto all fours and groans like he was in such extreme pain that all the mares in the entirety of CM should come and comfort him. hey, good idea he thought to himself, wondering if all the mares in CM would be irresistably drawn to such a handsome stallion. figuring he should milk this "illness" for all it was worth, he puts on a grumpy frown and lays his ears flat against his skull...

Belle, I'm thirsty. Be a buddy and fetch me some water? Oh, and don't forget to put it in a little bowl. Oh yeah, and I'd like a liittle umbrella in it to for decoration. But, make the umbrella out of yummy stuff so I can eat it when I finish drinking. Got that?

...puts on the "sad eyes" look and watches her curiously...

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[> [> ~*~Posting for Linz~*~ -- Belle, 17:22:31 02/09/04 Mon [1]

The sterling fae was tempted to give him an incredulous look before storming off to sulk. But she wouldn't, it wasn't her way. She merely smiled and nodded, her dark orbs glittering within her mottled countenance. ~*~Why, certainly C~*~ she replied sweetly. Slender stilts carried her away from her beloved mate in search of a suitable vessel. Hmmm, what could she use... Her gaze swept over the remnants of a coconut, perhaps tossed from the tree during a storm. The shell had cracked on the jagged rocks of the shore, leaving two halves nestled among the stones. Gingerly, she extended her neck to snatch up one half. A triumphant grin split her maw, leaving her beaming around a mouthful of coconut husk. Now, an umbrella.

This time, her search led her to a field of wildflowers, the blossoms opened and vibrant beneath the glaring sun. Depositing the shell at the edge of the field, the dappled dame perused the selection before deciding on a lovely blue flower. A quick nip with her ivories and the bloom was soon resting in the shallow confines of the shell.

Water was easy enough to find as a clear pool lay like a jewel in the middle of the isle. Rain water collected in the depression during the monsoon season and an underground aquifer formed a sweet freshwater spring. The flower was set aside as the mare dipped her 'cup' into the clear waters, filling the shell an inch or so below the brim. The flower was replaced and the shell seized carefully with her teeth. Then, she was on her way.

Traveling was difficult as she had to walk with her chin tightly tucked against her throat to avoid spilling the precious liquid. Soon enough, she arrived at C's side, exulting in her success. The femme deposited her gift at his feet before lifting her head and favoring him with a bright smile. ~*~Here's your drink~*~ she cooed, happy to have served him in some small way. C was a spoiled pup alright, but he was her spoiled pup and she would coddle him as she saw fit.

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[> [> [> *Don't Let Size Be the Judge* -- Lil' Mist, 21:40:11 02/11/04 Wed [1]

*Soft snort was expelled from the femora of dark hues as she heard C's ridiculous request, but before she could state her thoughts she was found watching the retreating form of Belle. Shaking her dial slightly the vix' spoke to the lazy steed* "You are spoiled beyond belief my friend." *Says this softly, before silencing as Belle returned. Watching the two Lil' smiled, they were cute and someday soon she'd be blessed with such a gift. But each time she thought of that she found herself thinking of Goldie. They had sworn to raise their foals together, so they'd be best friends as well, but times had changed and Goldie had vanished into the horizon with that steed Arabian Night, leaving poor Lil' Mist to fend for herself. Thinking for a while in silence, gaze staring of into the sunset, she wondered. Maybe going to find her godmother, DEL would alert her to where Goldie had gone, even if not, it would be good to see an old face from her birthplace Windy Glen. Sigh rose upon the firm yet slender bodice of the femora before she snapped from her reverie back to the present* "I saw Rush, I believe he'd have been Goldie�s younger brother..." *Trails off, slightly sadden yet not truly, just bittersweet memories*

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