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Sorry it took me so long to get from the joining board to here, I just really wanted to have my picture before I did anything. Dunno why, just did.
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Dark -- Kiss Of Death, 16:43:21 06/26/01 Tue
*Raven fatale kept to the shadows, she hated the heat and always would. Femme trots about, onyx pedates smoothering the delicate blades of grass, steps begin to lighten slightly. Raven form blends into the dark, only hazel cat like orbs can be seen, darting about. Nimble femme comes to a gradual halt, lithe pistons straighten and labrums part to allow a harsh whicker to escape femme.*
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T r a i n -- UWMA, 21:06:58 06/23/01 Sat
**She nods shortly to Nova and Europia (sp??)** At least some are willing to fight for a cause. We will only go if necsisary. In the meantime, this gives us something to overcome boredom. **She rears, pawing the air, then lands upon sharp obsidians. She gives a quick snort, and bucks wildly. She once more has four feet on the ground. Then she speeds off, leaving all in a trail of dust. After a few seconds, the blurry shape is back, and she continues her wild plungeing and dipping, an unholy light gleaming in her eyes. She would be ready.**
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-- Picture of Perfection, 07:49:47 06/25/01 Mon
*Elegent dial is tossed as figure enters the lands, onyx hooves move the figure effortlessly across the fields moving figure towards the groups of equines...femme notes the ones known as Death Of the Roses and Dark Star they were respected, but they were not even close to being trusted...slender limbs pick up hooves ever so slightly then laying them down again, trotting slowly, appendage flagged, swishing in rhythm to the liquid trot...auditives listen to the reverberations made from the unfamilar equines scattered about the harem...nares flare as dial shakes, snorting, many of these equines seemed weak, few seemed strong, those would soon be respected...*
*Name...Picture of Perfection
*Gender...mare
*Breed... thoroughbred X draft
*Height... 16'3
*Age... 4
*Colour/Markings...bay, white blaze, three white socks, one black on right front
*Personality...strong willed, she has lots of strength, respect is given to ones of higher rank and ones who have proved themselves worth being respected, trust must be earned
*Devotion to the Herd...totally devoted to the herd, i'm always active so i'm most likely going to be there when something major happens...
*Picture...Click Here
*Regal dial is lowered, incisors bare, opening and closing, ripping up sweet blades of grass...auditives still listen to all sounds made searching for strong equines...*
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..::permission::.. -- Gathering Storm, 20:34:17 06/25/01 Mon
..::chestnut steed enters the land approaching DOTR.. he had two mares in mind.. yet they could be rejected.. he needed to expand his herd.. UWMA intrigued him.. she was strong and strength was in dire need everywhere.. Europia served to amuse him.. she seemed to be a good asset.. he looks upon DOTR waiting.. he understood however if neglected... DS was not here... maybe he should wait::..
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posting so you know I'm here -- Val (oh I'm on every day I just don't always post), 17:31:24 06/24/01 Sun
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~watch...~ -- The Black ~The legend...~, 12:41:24 06/19/01 Tue
~ebon steed appears on a hill just beyond the territorial boundaries of the mare's land. Using his keen eyesight, he watches each mare. He sees only two that may be claimed. Would he claim both? or would he claim only one? He would claim both. He must have a large herd...He must...~
~ebon steed trots quickly down the hill. He pauses slightly, awaiting the nod of Death of the Roses. But nonetheless, he touches his muzzle upon Celtic's Mist's shoulder. He then trots slowly towards Death of the Stars, touching his muzzle upon her shoulder, also. He was signaling to Death of the Roses the mares he would like.~
~he watches the other steeds take away the other mares, claiming them. Then he realizes he needs not approval from Death of the Roses. He nudges the mares together and herds them gently towards the Main Herd, where he currently resided, but the territory would be claimed by tonight...Within this afternoon actually. Before leaving the territory, he stops the mares, pausing to recieve Death of the Stars approval nonetheless...~
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t h o u g h t s -- Until We Meet Again, 15:05:14 06/21/01 Thu
**Bay equine once more emerses herself deep in thought.
Celtic Mist- Seemed a kind and gentle mare. An ally, if she ended up in the same herd.
Valiant Hope seemed a bit unactive, but a nice mare.
Devil Without a Cause Seemed very worthy to be in the main herd, but nothing else was infered...
Kiss of Death Seemed a bit too evil, and, besides, evil was what all strived for, why not something new? But, each to his own!
Europia Not much was to be inferred, but she seemed nice.
Nova Seemed nice,but, not much to base this upon.
Bay female snorts. She wonders where the two leaders of the main herd were. Dark Star was gone, though where she did not know, and DOTR seemed a bit too busy to check the mare's board. But though patience was not her virtue, she would wait still...**
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ATTENTION!!! -- Until We Meet Again, 15:37:45 06/22/01 Fri
**The bay fatale rears, catching the latest breeze from the Main Herd. Alarm spreads through her sculpted form, and she whinnys shrilly. Daring to defy all rules, she calls to each and every mare in the herd**
Every horse! Pay attention! Who is willing to risk being kicked out for the sake of the Main Herd's well being? I certainly am! The scent of Fear runs through that herd like wildfire! FO is strong! The Main Herd MUST be stronger! I say that we organize into fighting groups, so that if the need is there, we risk our necks and our opportunitys to protect the main herd! I know many if us are thinking, "What's in it for me?" but whats in it for you is the opportunity to help others in time of need! We MUST help them, if they need help. I say we train, because DOTR is obviously not here, due to FO's coming attack! WHO's WITH ME??!
**The bay mare has a glint of fury in her eyes, anger in her features. Even if no one else would help, she would go nonetheless!**
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..::entrance::.. -- Dashliera, 08:37:24 06/23/01 Sat
Ivory femina enters yet again. She knows she will not make the main herd, but perhaps she will be claimed with any stallion other than ATR. She snorts thinking of that place.
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Hatred -- Kiss Of Death, 05:02:19 06/23/01 Sat
*A flicker of hatred plays in femme's hazel oculi, she hated being around so many other mares who she would most likely, never see again. There was nothing wrong with them she just prefered solitude and darker equines to reside with. Dished poll is raised and occulars dart to 'Until We Meet Again', they were not welcome in the main herd and they would probably not take kindly to a whole bunch of mares intruding.*
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...enter... -- Santiago, 19:30:43 06/21/01 Thu
*stud enters upon lithe limbs, one had caught his eye. Optics scan for Celtic Mist. Muzzle extnds, nudging her gently towards his harem*
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just posting this to say I'm active...and getting bored lol -- Devil, 17:55:05 06/21/01 Thu
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Just joined:Appearance -- She Be Jammin, 17:24:27 06/21/01 Thu
I just joined:
She canters up,her head high in the air,and breathes deep.Trots to a tree,and lies down to rest.
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I updated my 'site... It now has a message board (From Voy, not lame-o Coolboard!) -- Until We Meet Again, 16:53:01 06/21/01 Thu
Bic:**The bay equis decides to trot around a bit, quite bored. After about thirty minutes of trotting around the same, monotomous, area, she is so bored that she could attack DOTR just for the sake of doing SOMETHING. (No, she would not, no worries there!) Determained to escape idleness, she drops to her knees, and heaves her large body on her back in the dust, twisting and squirming. She had not done this since she was a filly. After several minutes, she gets back to her feet and goes to the task of shining her pelt free of dirt and crud. She shakes her head and snorts, then bucks and takes off, the wind generated from her speedy pace easily whipping the dust off. Aftera while, she slows her breakneck speed, pleased that she had passed some time away.**
Ooc: Here is the addy. Please post on my mb!
http://untilwemeetagaininfo.homestead.com/index.html
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Celtic Mist canters around >< -- Celtic Mist, 15:04:51 06/21/01 Thu
She canters around boardly. She sighs with boardom. She sees all the new mares. She nods to them then walks over under a tree and lies down.
She was the only mare left to be claimmed. She missed her sister.....
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A p p e a r a n c e -- Kiss Of Death, 14:44:46 06/21/01 Thu
*Raven Arabian she beast makes her first appearance. Dial is pulled back to it's usual proud and defiant posture, lithe pistons lash out swiftly, pedates wear crescents into terra firma. Silken tail sways about polished haunches. Velvetine lips curl back slightly to reveal incisors, warning other equines away, she prefered solitude and did not often make friends, allies yet, but not friend... Twin set lace forward, tresses of silken ebony mane billow in the wind. Femme no longer lathers from her long journey, nares flare less as she exhales more easily. Orbs dart about the land and femme remains alert, she would not let her guard down while staying here.*
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Raven grisette lifts finely chisled pate from the terra firma. Tosses her head, ebon tendrils blocking vision. Through strands her oculars search for DOTR or DS, waiting....wondering. -- Devil, 11:33:54 06/21/01 Thu
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SOOOOO HAPPY!!! (THIS IS AN OOC MESSAGE!!!) -- UWMA, 00:40:33 06/21/01 Thu
I JUST MADE MY FIRST WEB PAGE!!! JUST FOR UWMA! I LOVE THIS CHARACTER! Anyways, PLEASE VISIT!!! I am soooo excited! I have been rping a few years, and have tried but never successfully made a webpage! EVERYONE VISIT MY LAME/CUTE WEBPAGE!!!! Here is the address!!
http://untilwemeetagaininfo.homestead.com/index.html
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Trots around -- Valiant Hope, 20:27:34 06/20/01 Wed
sees Until We Meet Again and nickers to her hopeing she makes a friend
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Oh My! -- UWMA's Playa, 10:56:21 06/20/01 Wed
Um... Am I the ONLY one who posts regularly? SOMEONE ELSE POST!!!!! Please, like, the last four friggin messages are from yours truly!! I have to keep posting to show I am very active, but does this mean that I am the ONLY active one here?? I hope not!
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b o r e d o m -- UWMA, 09:39:07 06/20/01 Wed
**Shinning bay equine moves with the lithe ease of a tabby cat. She glances about, bored out of her mind. (Ooc: Hmm.. Time for another philosophical post. Oh boy...)This was truly a first, for at least at the other times, she had had SOMETHING to do. Her heart aches for companionship, esspecially that of Hesitant Dreams. She watches the other mares with consternation. She had had yet to see the coal female all respected with such zest since she had arrived again. But she had only been there for three days, mayhaps something had come up. Still, her firey young heart longed to see a horse other than the ones there, for though she knew them not well, it would be quite a welcoming change. She wonders where perhaps her future leader is, Dark Star. (I know, just making HER not know.) In her boredom, imagines herself as his Alpha mare, in control of so many, and with his absolute love and trust. But the thought quickly bores her, besides, like that would ever happen! So she imagines herself as a more humble character, say, brood mare of Dark Star. That image stays. It was a slim chance, but a chance nonetheless, that she would get excepted into the main herd. She was active, both physicaly and mentaly, she was strong, she was not too dominant, though if given the chance, she would be, and she was trustworthy, though that would be for her claimer to figure out. She decides to do her daily excersize that kept her coat and muscels looking great. She rears, whinnies, then takes off, galloping like she was on fire. If those two-legged pink thingys had caught her, she would have become a famous racehorse. As it was, she was just a very fast bay female.**
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b o r e d o m -- UWMA, 09:39:03 06/20/01 Wed
**Shinning bay equine moves with the lithe ease of a tabby cat. She glances about, bored out of her mind. (Ooc: Hmm.. Time for another philosophical post. Oh boy...)This was truly a first, for at least at the other times, she had had SOMETHING to do. Her heart aches for companionship, esspecially that of Hesitant Dreams. She watches the other mares with consternation. She had had yet to see the coal female all respected with such zest since she had arrived again. But she had only been there for three days, mayhaps something had come up. Still, her firey young heart longed to see a horse other than the ones there, for though she knew them not well, it would be quite a welcoming change. She wonders where perhaps her future leader is, Dark Star. (I know, just making HER not know.) In her boredom, imagines herself as his Alpha mare, in control of so many, and with his absolute love and trust. But the thought quickly bores her, besides, like that would ever happen! So she imagines herself as a more humble character, say, brood mare of Dark Star. That image stays. It was a slim chance, but a chance nonetheless, that she would get excepted into the main herd. She was active, both physicaly and mentaly, she was strong, she was not too dominant, though if given the chance, she would be, and she was trustworthy, though that would be for her claimer to figure out. She decides to do her daily excersize that kept her coat and muscels looking great. She rears, whinnies, then takes off, galloping like she was on fire. If those two-legged pink thingys had caught her, she would have become a famous racehorse. As it was, she was just a very fast bay female.**
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l o n e s o m e -- Until We Meet Again (UWMA), 17:54:44 06/19/01 Tue
**The equine of bay is once more deeply immersed in her own thoughts. Where was Hesitant Dreams at this moment? Was she being attacked by viscious wolves, or were those two-legged pink thingys eating her at this moment? If only she knew!**
(Yeah, kinda short!)
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b o r e d o m a n d t h e e x p l o r a t i o n -- Until We Meet Again, 14:11:32 06/19/01 Tue
**The gracefull bay equine snorts. If it was this boring in a herd... Well it would NOT be! Not if she could help it... She wished she could make ailliances, but then, to be seperated from the mare she trusted enough to alliance with would be unbearable. She would just have to wait. But when she was in a herd... She snorts. What if she did not stay in that herd? If only Hesitant Dreams had come with her to Hidden Valley. She knew those two-legged things had taken her best friend by now, unless she had run... She tosses her head, and paws the turf. She would think of more pleasent things. Bored once more, she looks around. Aha! She would go to that one place, up the stream, that she had discovered last time she tried to be a part of Hidden Valley, and then her parents had grounded her off the internet. (Whoops! Going a bit Ooc now, sorry!) Anyhow, she heads to the small stream, and splashes in. She glances warily at the other mares. They were not paying any heed to her antics. Good. She then proceeds upward, and starts to gallop in the widdening creek. She could only get There through this creek. At last, at long last, she gets to her destination. As the bramble on either side of her receeds, she steps into the small clearing where the spring that the creek came from started. She looks out at the mares land, and allows herself a whicker of triumph. It was nice to be alone once in a while. She hungrily crops the grass, it was green from no horse despoiling it with hooves, and finnaly returns down the little creek, not checking to see if any mare noticed.**
(Note: I left the end open in case one of the many bored mares wants to have seen UWMA returning and to discover a place to be alone.)
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~bored...~/~bored...~ -- Europia~MaySheBeKnownHere-After~/Nova~MaySheFlyW/oWings~, 12:19:39 06/19/01 Tue
~the ebon femme snorts softly, bored out of her mind. MAybe she be unafraid and should make an alliance witha mare or two...maybe the one dubbed Devil Without A Cause or perhaps Until We Meet Again...both seemed like active mares and both were worthy of an alliance from any mare...The ebon femme gets up onto her feet and walks calmly towards Devil Without A Cause. She clears her throat and lowers her head in respect, parting her lips to speak...~ Hello. I fear we have not met... ~she smiles nicely...~ I am Europia. 'Twas born her, I was. ~she smiles and waits for DWAC's reaction...~
~Sorrel filly snorts softly, bored. She forces herself to her feet and trots fancily along the border of the territory, seeming a cage to her. She thrusts her chiseled dial high into the air, prancing as though she were a Saddlebred instead of a Quarter Horse. She snorts and lowers her head ot the ground, shaking it fiercely. She slides to a stop and suddenly whirls about, sprinting the other direction to show off her Quarter Horse bloodlines...~
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a m u s e m e n t -- Until We Meet Again, 21:39:56 06/18/01 Mon
**The glistening bay equis allows herself a smile of... Well, something close to... Contempt. One beside herself seemed active, and that mare did not have a chance of getting in the main herd... How pathetic that the ones with chances did not come. But then again, perhaps they came at night. Who was she to judge them? But she still thought Celtic Mist ought to have a chance. Ah well, when she made it into a herd, she would ask others more experienced then her of such things. But if she wanted a nice herd, she would have to stay active. Not just mentaly, but physicaly. She rears, letting a loud, shrill scream escape her throat. As she paws the air, her cry reverberates through the valley. When the echoes die off, her hooves touch the ground once more, and she takes off like a shot, her smooth mucsels rippling under her pelt. The seemingly eternal glistening sheen came from such practises. She has a swift, smooth gait, her long legs not seeming to touch the ground, her obsidian hooves ringing through the acres of plain. She slows to a easy trot, then walks, then stops. She is once more in front of the small mountain stream. She delightedly stirs up the gritty sand at the bottom, then allows it to settle. She drinks deeply of the now clear water. It was good to share the mare's land with so few.**
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..::regret::.. -- Devil Without A Cause, 22:56:07 06/18/01 Mon
Femme lowers dished dial to DOTR and DS showing she is sorry for not being active for she was on a journey.(OCC: i was at my cousins wedding lol) The grisette leaves them be to go graze. Her lips curl back as her ivory incisors slice through the vegetation.
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A figure is seen in the distance -- Val, 21:26:44 06/18/01 Mon
the red sun behind her as she stands there her head held high. Her thick white mane and tail glistening is the colorful sunset. Her Ivory white coat shines brightly each hair glimmering. Her bodies every curve is outlined by the sun. she walks towards the other mares, she moves with such grace that it looks as though she is floating. She stops and tosses her long white forelock from her eyes. She whatches all her soft mocha eyes shimmers.
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e n t r a n c e -- Until We Meet Again, 16:15:06 06/18/01 Mon
**The glistening bay femme gallops gracefully into the mare's land, her long, silken tail flowing behind her. Her wedge-shape head was delicate, and her eyes large, as she slowed to a elegant walk. She notices the absence of Scarlett Cin, evidently gone to the main herd. She snorts in approval of DOTR's choice. She looks to the ebon female and notices something not just born in scent. She notices... Well, was it?... Fear. The winds from the main herd are drenched in it. Worry creases her brow, and she trumpets her anxiety. She sensed it came from DOTR's long gone colt, Fate's Omen, in the absence of Darkstar. His scent was missing within the main herd, which was curious. She wonders if perhaps a fatality happened in her long absence. She tosses her flaxen mane, and lowers her sculpted head to browse the beaten grasses of the mare's land.**
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**Enter a golden-brown equis, glistening in the early morning hours. She seemed to float, not walk.** -- Lily of the Valley, 10:45:59 06/18/01 Mon
**The mare's head drooped noticeably, and though she seemed a fighter, she looked no mare in the eye, scars of her cruel past running up and down her golden pelt. She raises her sculpted muzzle briefly to acknowledge the other mares, then quietly walks to unocupied corner of the meadow. Once alone, away from the mares, she is transformed, and she gallops around her little space briefly, before once more becoming another mare, a mare who was not worthy of anyones notice. Her past had taught her not to stand apart, her past had taught her fear, and dullnes.**
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Celtic Mist canters around boardly. She snorts. -- Celtic Mist, 10:14:48 06/18/01 Mon
She paws the ground and looks around with interest. Her sister was gone. Now she was waitting for her time to come.
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*enter* -- Santiago, 20:56:50 06/14/01 Thu
*stud enters upon lihte limbs, loking about for those whom were available. Oculi rets upon Death of the Stars and Crystal Tearz. Dial is raised as he approaches the two, nipping them softly as he shows them to his herd*
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-=-watches-=- -- Crucifix, 13:48:02 06/17/01 Sun
-=-The golden female watches the other mares cautiously. She was still alone in this realm, no friends, no allies. Her dark orbs scan the horizon, watching for any movement. Being alone was fine with her, if the other mares did not like her, she would not like them. The way of the wild. Eat or be eaten, be as tough as the rest. But her black soul was still hard, cold, and had no feelings. But she wondered.... was she so diffrent that the other mares hated her? Or were they afraid?-=-
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canters around she tosses her head a little -- Valiant Hope, 14:01:50 06/17/01 Sun
she nickers wanting to be accepted into the main herd
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..::herding::.. -- Gathering Storm, 13:11:53 06/16/01 Sat
(OOC still confused.. stop me if I'm wrong but I think I'll claim her unless something comes up Tori and ALlie)
..::nips Delitria.. herding her to his herd::..
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~Steed enters, gaze sharp yet gentle towards the mares Crystal Tearz and Black Sand a nip and nudge towards his abode in the East before he herded them both towards his domain.~ -- After The Rain, 19:11:46 06/15/01 Fri
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OOC:~um....~ -- Europia's Player, 10:55:13 06/16/01 Sat
Um..not to be ude or anyhting, but have you forgotten her? She's not on the list. Sorry aobut not being active and about our previous meeting in the Main Meadow, but it was a complete accident. She didn't know that she was supposed to go to the Mare's land. Sorry. I didn't know. So can you put her up?
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ooc QUESTION -- Gathering Storm, 12:30:04 06/15/01 Fri
You didn't put Delitria for amres to be claimed or might make it to the herd.. does that mean that I claimed her already or did you forget?
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~Trial~ -- DOTR, 19:24:52 06/14/01 Thu
+Ebon fatale ingresses towards cluster of femms..sculpted visage is tossed..snort escapes velvitine lips..proclaiming her presence..limbs pull femm towards mares in a slow canter...still comtemplating her decision..rhythem falters as femm slows to a trot..onyx obsidians slaming harshly on terrian..sending loose particals of dirt and stone scattering through the air..femm stops..sulking the other mares..dial cranes..searching for her target..liquid gaze falls apon Storm's Haven..snort is emmited..this femm would enter the main herd..it was time for her nobility to be testing..incisors graze storm's pelt lightly..sending her in the direction of the main herd..
Powerful form snaps around towards DS, GS, Darkest Silence, and Delitera..both females intriqued devil fatale greatly..yet one slightly more than the other..whicker is emmited to DS..telling him that she like this mare dubbed 'darkest silence' and wished her presence in the main herd..lobes lace to cranium as she approaches both steeds..lip raises in dominance to GS..showing the steed that the decision of herself and her mate was final..haunting orbs travel to DS..inquiring apon his decision..would they take the femm?
muzzle is extended..she sensed his sorrow for her absence..she missed him greatly..her love for her son..was shrouded in shame..she loved Fate's Omen..yet he had descraced his harem..and their names...how she wished she could have a chance to correct her mistake..her heart ached for her mate..and her son..her family..her one and only..ivory incisors nip steed's ebon pelt lightly..showing her affection for him..the way that she always had..undying and true..she would not try to escape breeding season ever again..though it scared her so..she would not hide her past..nor her fate..hollow orbs perject how much she had missed her mate..yet it was trinkled with shame..shame for the kin that had dishonored them so...+
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FITW trots over to the stream and takes a drink. She then walks under the shade of a tree and lies down....... -- FITW, 19:37:24 06/14/01 Thu
Her tail flicks iritatedly at the flies.
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.:.Judgment??.:. -- Delitria, 10:53:02 06/14/01 Thu
Sleek femme figure moves amongest the shadows towards Dark Star,Death of The Roses,and Gathering Storm.The word was they wanted to see her..but for what?
Ebon hooves strike the ground powerfully as she approached the others,delicate nares flaring.Muscles rip out of her skin as she halts infront of them.She lets out a faint snort,lowering her head in respect,but bringing it right back up again.Eyes narrow on them,tail brushing against haunches.She stands patiently,eyes flickering with a fire that seem to be fed by rage,burning deep withen her soul.Her eyes floated over Gathering Storm.If Dark Star didn't want her,she would not complain.She respected his decisions.But if this Gathering Storm wanted her in his herd,he would have to show her that he and his herd were trust-worthy.She didn't see why it was alright for the stallions to judge the mares one their loyalty and power,and the mares could not do the same to the stallions.She stared harshly towards Gathering Storm,not knowing whether she could trust him or not.She stepped back,but stopped looking towards DOTR and DS.She glanced back towards Gathering Storm,eyes ripping through his soul,trying to figure out what he was like,while at the same time,questions raced through her head.She lowered her head,trying to calm down.No one could blame her for how she acted..for she had had a rough past.
Ebon hooves danced in place,as a feeling of worry over-coming her.She looked away,trying to hide the look of pain.All stallions who had claimed her in the past were rough with her,and she had been chased from many herds,for standing up for herself.She hoped it wasn't the same here..but waiting so long to be accepted into a herd gave her time to think,and think she did.
She looked back up towards the horses,and let out another faint nicker.She quickly glanced at DS,admiring his power and intelligence.She then looked towards DOTR,remembering her from a small introduction.She nodded quickly in greeting,then straightend her neck,standing in a ridgid posture,waiting...
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sorry..... -- Kamasi Sabaha's player, 15:39:05 06/14/01 Thu
Um Heartbreaker "Siren", I'm really sorry but I'm already using those pictures you have on your pic thingy. If you don't believe me I'm sure if you scroll down enough on the join board, you'll find the one's I posted there, or on Santiago's territory, if you scroll down there I'm sure you'll find where I posted the link to the page. Sorry, maybe that doesn't matter here but it did in the other games I played
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Updating -- Tori, 12:40:32 06/13/01 Wed
Sorry for inactiveness..but with allie unable to enter to main herd..I found alot of other things to do..perhapes too many..but I am now back and would like to update the board..please leave your name if you are new! thanks!
-Tori
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The chestnut mare gallops in. -- CTW, 13:23:54 06/14/01 Thu
Chase the Wind gallops in. She looks around at all the mares. She flicks her ears back and forth taking in all the sences. She snorts and rears up. She then walks under the shade of a tree and crops the emerald blades.
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~reguard~ -- Death of the Roses, 16:46:47 06/13/01 Wed
+Ebon femmia lifts regal dial..liquid gaze focusses on new femms..delicate nares flare..taking their scents in and contemplating their worth..lobes lace to cranium..raven fatale ingresses towards the gathering of mares..lip pulls back to reveal ivory incisors..onyx obsidans slide across terra firma effortlessly..almost no sound is made..muscles tense as femm stops..orbs plaster over in slight intrique masked by icey deception...
Some of these femms were worthy..some not..as soon as DS returned..perhapes a few of the mares would make it to trial..
Fire In the Wind- seems spirited and outgoing..active aswell
Crystal Tearz- seemeds respectful..firery..and noble..
Storm's Haven- ah yes..a mare that intriqued DOTR greatly..an evil aura not unlike her own..would this mare make it to the main herd?
The others were too new for her to make judgement..but seemed fiery and spirited..only time would tell..
Femmia nods to ATR..he would be permitted to take these mares..though darkest silence would probably have made it to the main herd..she would not stop the mare from going with him..She also approves the two foals that he had inquired about..asking if they could stay in his harem..femmia saw no problem with this..and apologizes on not responding sooner..+
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grrr! (NT) -- Tori, 16:48:00 06/13/01 Wed
Reply...¤Captivation... taciturn stare lowers to the glorified leader, Death of the Roses... one seemingly flagitious, much like the vixen herself... Visage descends in submission, yet she portrayed her dominance over the weaker beings here... Diabolic cry flees labiums as diablerie prowls within...¤ (NT) -- Storm's Haven, 17:35:40 06/13/01 Wed
FITW walks up. She bows in respect. *Nice to meet you.* She flicks her tail and backs away. Nods and turns to go.......... (NT) -- FITW, 10:17:10 06/14/01 Thu
Reply....:Whuffs softly:./.:Nickers:. -- Europia~/Nova~, 10:45:52 06/14/01 Thu
Black Sand snorts. She smiles and gallops around. She walks over to a tree and crops the emerald blades. Celtic walks up. Black Sand looks up and snorts. They nod there heads >< -- Black Sand & Celtic Mist, 10:11:05 06/14/01 Thu
The line up next to the tree. in a few seconds they brake and gallop off. Racing. Black Sand pulls ahead faster and faster they go................
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..::beckon::.. -- Gathering Storm, 15:43:38 06/13/01 Wed
..::he had recieved permission from DS.. these mares were to go with him... nips Darkest Silence and Delitria.. he was to claim them::..
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She gracefully stands -- Death of the Stars, 18:04:07 06/13/01 Wed
Muscles ripple beneath an ebon coat. She looks at DOTR, with the short time she'd seen her, herself now admired her boldness and integrity, she didn't idolize, but admires her spirit and willingness. She grins evilly and dips her finely carved head in respect to DarkStar and DOTR. Oculars watch all, auditives flick to and fro, listening to all around the swarm of night. She snorts harshly through her flared nostrils. She shrugs and paws, waiting to be acknowledged.
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Also -- Tori, 13:44:29 06/13/01 Wed
I know the game has seemed a bit slow lately..that's due to allie not being able to enter the main herd cause of some computer problems..so bare with us k?
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~Boardom~ -- FITW, 11:59:23 06/13/01 Wed
Fire in the Wind gallops around. She looks around boardly. She snorts impatiently. Uptite her muscels twitch. She wants OUT! She snorts and glares at her confindment. Her usually firey spirit is flaming over. The season doesnt help. She bucks and kicks out at her shadow giving her something to do.........
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looks around -- Valiant Hope, 11:13:24 06/13/01 Wed
her soft mocha eyes searching she lowers her head to graze her eyes still searching her surroundings
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~ebon mare and sorrel filly examine lands...~ -- Europia/Nova, 11:08:15 06/13/01 Wed
~ebon mare examines the lands, scanning them carefully with a well-trained eye. She looks hard for DOTR or for some mare that may take her place and allow mares and foals to be let loose from this horrible area. She was confined. She was in season. She could not afford to stay here much longer. She snorts and tosses her head, nickering to the other mares, but yet she is cautious about approaching any, they could prove dangerous...~
~Sorrel filly examiens the lands, scanning them for a steed or DOTR or anybody else who wasn't one of the mares trapped in this horrid area. She, too, was confined. She couldn't afford to stay in any longer. She must be free. The sorrel filly takes off from a standstill, galloping wildly along the boundaries of the small mare's area, wanting to be free more than any thing else. She rears and bucks, whinnying to all who are in the other "world..."~
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-=- Prance -=- -- Crucifix, 21:47:06 06/12/01 Tue
-=- The golden femme prances accross the firm earth, her flaxen mane cascading down her gently arched neck. Her head is held up high in quiet defiance. Her cold orbs glint unrelentlessly, ever searching. She had been approached by none... and would approach none. When her eyes cross you, they leave an imprint on your soul.. burning in it a cross, asign of where she has been. Hence the name, which pounds in your ears, softly, soflty, then louder, louder, louder, until it seems you can stand it no more, it recedes again, gently whispering...-=-
........Crucifix........
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.:.Angst.:. -- Storm's Haven, 18:42:41 06/12/01 Tue
Unacknowledged, unaccepted... would this forever be the story of her life? This harsh world hath brough upon her all it's angst, her past rearing it's ugly head... she felt betrayed by her own self, a conflict constantly taking place inside her...
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..::virulenge::.. -- Devil, 14:14:33 06/12/01 Tue
:The fuliginous grisette remains unseen to the naked eye in the dense nettles surrounding her. Careful not to get contact with the irritating nettles she steps gracefully into the lea. Vaporous spume curls from her flared nares. Her larynx take in the humid air. She whisks her capillaments over powerful haunches. Her muscles ripple beneath taut pelt almost bursting through. Her lapis hooves lightly churn up the terra firma as she makes her way to the center of the lea to graze. Muzzle curls back as ivory incisors penetrate through the vegetation. Her oculi dart around awaiting the appearance of DS or DOTR wondering who he'll pic to be next on the week trial:
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trots around whatching the other horses she lifts her head and nickers to them all -- Valiant Hope, 12:45:16 06/12/01 Tue
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. . . R e g a r d . . . -- Darkest Silence, 17:06:01 06/11/01 Mon
Brooding femme retreated to the shadows deciding to hide from the mid day shadows, lush vegitation had preceeded this land but now there was none. A vacant place in which the inhabitants were mere flesh, bone, and spirit. Life was sacred and needed to be nurished . . . she stayed silent, for her abused vocals had been unused for some time. Weary oculi sweep quickly across others noting their arrival as well as the fiery mare, Storm Haven's return.
The onyx mare found it amusing how she had looked forward towards the end of the femme's disappearance. Those which presided around her had made themselves scarce in recent days, a fact which she found comforting . . . for she was one of solitude.
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- Reply...¤Austere glimpse of ascetic female figure brings a trace of abhorrence, shadowing the thoughts of vixen... lobes lace to cranium before slipping into the shadows, an observer...¤ (NT) -- Storm's Haven, 17:23:39 06/11/01 Mon
.:.Return.:. -- Storm's Haven, 06:54:56 06/11/01 Mon
¤Demonic scream is exuded from ebon orifice as onyx hooves trample the lush vegetation... lobes lace to cranium as calous gaze falls to the new mares who have arrived in her time of abcense...
(ooc: I'm sooo sorry about my Storm's Haven being gone, my family went on a suprise vacation and I had no access to a computer... she's back now and she'll be active! And to Darkest Silence, Storm's Haven wasn't wanting a fight, she was merely asserting her "dominance" - not that she would disrespect her superiors, just that she is a dominant creature and untrusting of other mares..)
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Boredom -- Valiant Hope, 14:02:39 06/11/01 Mon
Trots around restlessly She circles the area she then stops and looks around then begins to toss her head and rare up on her hind legs
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. : * B o r e d o m * : . -- Death of the Stars, 10:57:39 06/10/01 Sun
She trots in a very large circle, hooves silent on the soft grass. Head bobs, oculars watching all, seeing everything. Aurals flick, listening to all around her. She stops circling. Glistening pelt the hue of the night's sky glistens in the faint light. Black shines as she moves, every move graceful and perfect. Muscles ripple under sleek coat as she lays down for a brief rest. Dial laid to rest, oculars close out the fading shine, as one last look reveals faint stars.
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.: Restless -- Delitria, 09:01:26 06/09/01 Sat
*A sharp nicker is emmited,as Delitria paws at the ground restlessly.Nares flare,as she snorts and rears up,hooves ripping at the air.She lands heavily,orbs swirling with impatience.She had been here for more then 7 suns and moons,and she had been growing restless,awaiting judgement patiently until now...but she strained herself to wait a bit longer...to wait until she could no longer.She did not want to disrespect DS and DOTR,and would lay low until they pass their final word.She respected them greatly,and would not betray them.She tossed her head to the side,and calmed down,not wanting them to think she was unworthy of their warth*
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~A New Beginning...~ -- Nova ~May She Fly Without Wings~, 16:30:14 06/08/01 Fri
~the sorrel filly enters, prancing happily. She snorts and nickers to all, dipping her head to Death of the Roses in respect. She settles down and lies beneath an apple tree.~
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OOC: Lookie at my piccie than Jen Jen made for me!!!!! -- Europia ~The name the wind whispers repeatedly...~, 11:06:30 06/08/01 Fri
Pretty cool,huh?
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~His silken tail swished slightly as he nudged two filly's into the area... he approached DOTR, a respectful look cast within his dark orbs.~ "These two entered my tt last night, may I ask that two of my mares take care of them? Their names are Paper Rose, and Barcella..." ~He nudged them forwards, a soft touch.~ -- After The Rain, 12:25:56 06/06/01 Wed
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She canters in, devilish gaze upon all. Oculars harden at the fighting in rage, her favorite kind of fighting. She skids to a half-rearing halt. She snorts and shakes her head. *Hello, I am Death of the Stars. Try not to croos my path...please?* She says rock-hard, ending sweetly with 'please.' She smiles and laughs. *But, try not to anger me.* she says in monotone. -- Death of the Stars ~*All of the stars, will crumble, die.*~, 21:14:53 06/07/01 Thu
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Ebon femme watches from the dense foilage surrounding her. -- Devil Without A Cause, 09:33:07 06/07/01 Thu
She sees the stallion come in and leave. The other mares ponder about aimlessly. While she stays to herself, not trusting any of these mares. Her oculi dart to DOTR and DS. The seemingly only ones she trusts to make proper judgement. They were both wise. She doesn't have high hopes to be in the royal herd, for she doesn't want to get full of herself if she believes she will. The mare lonely and tired locks her knees and her orbes are covered with ebon lids as she falls asleep.
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~realization~ -- Europia ~The name the wind whispers repeatedly...~, 08:40:01 06/07/01 Thu
~Ebon femme stops trotting along the treeline, realizing that she is trapped here. She lowers her head sadly and wlaks over to an apple tree. She lays down in the shade. He gazes at all the other mares, heartbroken, sad. She wishes she had never left her herd...her mother Storm Chaser...her father Santiago...She misses them dearly...Why did she leave? She sighs and hangs her head, knowing that she may never get out of here...~
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Sorry for bad post -- Lia, 15:06:26 06/06/01 Wed
Bored, she looked around
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The moon ruled over star-strewn vaults. Leaving a cooled hush falling over the earth a warm day left in its wake. The demonic mare laces her lobes at all the mares and then nods in respect to DOTR and DS. Then the loner mare walks into the shadows for the seclusion she is used to. -- Devil Without A Cause, 20:00:23 06/05/01 Tue
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Grr...I hate Voy! -- Cheyenne/Europia, 16:07:00 06/05/01 Tue
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an ivory white mare enters -- Val, 13:37:09 06/05/01 Tue
she looks around and sighs then she steps forward addressing n e 1 who will talk to her *Hello I'm Valiant Hope, I'm new here*
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* -- Rune, 15:51:44 06/05/01 Tue
~Femme watches quietly . . a smirk spreading over her features . . . their was edge and bitterness in the valley . . danger lurked . . her sire . . her master . . . lurked in the shadows . . awaiting the chaos with her . . . she could almost scent the overwhelming auroma of blood . . ~
~But now she watches . . observing the lay of the land . . it would be needed . . where hiding places could be found . . they would be needed . . where land was weak so to avoid or put to use in due time . . there was much to plan and figure . . ~
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enters the tt her long ivory white mane and tail swaying with the gentle breeze -- Val, 13:48:31 06/05/01 Tue
she looks about her soft mocha eyes gleaming as she whatches the others. she nickers softly and playfully tosses her head. she prances around moving with such grace that it looks as though her feet don't touch the ground. Her Ivory white body shimmer in the hot afternoon sun.
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~mare enters...~ -- Europia ~The name the wind whispers repeatedly...~, 12:31:56 06/05/01 Tue
~ebon femme enters, herded by her father, Sanitago. She jumps at the sight of the mares, frightened. She whinnies in distress at her father and sees him leave. She squels and tries to run after him but is stopped by a barricade of trees. She runs repeatedly along the treeling, whinnying helplessly to her father, tears wellinging up her her eyes. Finally she gives up and lowers her head to the ground, sobbing helplessly. The smell of estrus floats in the air...coming from her...~
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((What??? No that was towards Storm's Haven because she declared her dominance over me... not you DOTR! I was replying towards Storm Haven down below! OMG I listen to my superior... big misunderstanding... fine if you wish to take it towards her but it was meant towards Storm Haven... she declared dominance over me... my character isn't like that.)) -- Darkest Silence, 08:08:46 06/04/01 Mon
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::Bordom:: -- Delitria, 10:30:13 06/04/01 Mon
Sleek muscular figure moves amongst the mares.Her tail whisked from side to side,as she tossed her head to the side.Her orbs scanned the area,examining each mare,nares flaring.She made her way towards a shadowy area,her ebon hooves kicking up soil.She lowered her head and let out a small snort.She started to graze on the lush grass,her auditives whirling and catching each sound that might be heard.
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. . . F e v e r i s h T e m p e r . . . -- Darkest Silence, 20:18:36 06/03/01 Sun
Swirling orbs dance with amusement, before sudden vegance is taken, brackish incisors snap suddenly. Grating sound signaling the commencing chaos... extending limbs cease as hocks propel ebon femme forward, declaring her "defiance" to the supposed dominant one.
Unwavering movements as ebon creature slams into towering other... she would bow to none. Ivories click maliciously, finally reaching their goal... snort of mischief as other's hooves collide into her own figure. Indignent to the pain she backs up letting the other finally support her own weight. Dangerous oracles watch silently, she was no one's follower... she would tolerate no "Dominance".
Yet she would not declare dominance which preceeded her...
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-=-entrance-=- -- Crucifix, 21:37:01 06/03/01 Sun
::The golden femme enters the area, her golden dial raised, not lowered, in quiet defiance. Her flaxen mane and tail flow about her, creating an aura. But the heavenly appearence was only that, an appearence. It did not show the turmoil within, that could get out at any moment, at the slightest provocation. Her floating gait makes it appear as if her feat never touched the ground, but skimmed the air above it. But her eyes were the gateway to what soul she had remaining. They were cold, hard peices of melted steel, flashing and glinting. They turned upon you, and sent peices of ice through your veins.... burning you with the very cold.... what an oxymoron, not unlike her appearence and personality::
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~ -- Siren, 19:20:33 06/03/01 Sun
~Heartbreaker watches with a quiet sly aura the herd . . viciously sharp bay coloring blending with the shadows where she dwells . . . she observes as the 'spy' and 'warrior' she was trained to be . . but none of that matters right now . . she must await the decisions first to know where she belongs before she may waver whether her skills would be needed . . ~
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.:.Flame.:. -- Storm's Haven, 10:43:04 06/02/01 Sat
☼Demonic scream exudes from segregated burnished ebon orifice... was she the only here? Left solitary to endure the wrath sitauted upon her by her precedent? Fury skulks inside equine figure, waiting to be unleashed... yet her rage could never be unleashed on those here. Convulted facade tosses in agitation, these 'delicate' mares would never be able to understand the flame emanated inside her...☼
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.::. Regard .::. -- Seductress, 06:52:48 06/01/01 Fri
Beautiful beast of ebon, prowls through the vegation, cerebrating her prey. It seemed that Fate's Omen enjoyed her defiance no matter where she traveled. DarkStar wanted to test it. DarkStar offered her a three-day trial, if she took this and failed because of her defiance, would Fate's Omen accept her. What if she did make it into DarkStar's harem? What other types of creatures roamed there, supposivily not the best.
*~*
She already knew about Fate's Omen's strong harem of rivalry. Yet how strong was DarkStars, were they of her sort, Dark Star seemed to judge her for her beauty and strength, what role did this play in decisions? She supposed she should try this Dark*Star's 'thing' and if she absolutly despised it, she could always leave. It made sense, would she follow the action?
*~*
Leering at the two femmes, she wonders what they observed her for, she laces her lobes back to her poll to show her disaggreement. Snorting, she half-rears -ebon pelt shining- and gallops off, the other direction, to think more without distrubance.
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~ -- Heartbreaker "Siren", 01:09:42 06/02/01 Sat
*Lushly mahogany shadow flickers through the valley . . the body of a warrioress . . the beauty of a belle . . the temperment of a nymph . . *
*Quietly manueveurs to the ebbing wood melting into the shadows . . watching with a quiet look cast over features . . something was about to happen . . *q
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.:.Destiny.:. -- Storm's Haven, 09:39:40 06/01/01 Fri
¤Femina emerges from the shadows to observe the surrounding equines. She beast snorts harshly, optics landing upon the figures of the 'dainty' and 'fragile' mares about her. She was not like this.. no she would never be. A darkness engulfed her, a mysterious aura surrounded her and penetrated her soul. Auditives swivel atop chiseled poll as a dullness glazes her orbs... a rememberance of her past. Times of foul play and harsh actions... they had influenced her to become the femme she was today. Intricate dial is tossed in annoyance to attempt to rid of the gruesome memories. Gleaming obsidian hooves dance nervously at the fact that there may be no other equines like herself... ¤
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Surprised -- Lia, 04:47:24 06/01/01 Fri
The mare snorted in surprise at all the posts, as she grazed bored. She hoped to be accepted soon, it was kind of lonely here
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.: entrance of fate :. -- Storm's Haven, 17:21:33 05/31/01 Thu
Shadow appears on the horizon, dark silhoutte cast upon the illuminated background. With a surge of bravado, femme escalates into a sweeping trot, emitting an incisive scream. Auditives swivel atop chiseled poll. Sense of au fait sweeps over her, orbs set aflame with a deep burning fire... possessive of a fire, a flame situated within her soul, burning brightly... she could accomplish anything she set her mind to, anything...
... Storm's Haven ...
... Mare ...
... Arabian ...
... Pale Dun ...
... Extremely loyal, willing to fight to the death. She may sound cold... but she is. Rules will always be respected, as will superiors.. but she will not show respect to those who haven't earned it ...
Lethal obsidians dance across the terra firma as she makes her way to be with others of her type... but there were none like her... there never would be. One of fight, not flight... a creature of dominance, portrayed in her every action.
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snorted -- Lia, 16:54:30 05/31/01 Thu
The mare snorted softly to herself, pawing the ground, trying to think of a fun game
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.::. Mockery .::. -- Seductrress, 14:43:10 05/30/01 Wed
Dark visage watches the two steeds, amusment carried along. So both thought she was worthy, and so she could be in either case. To be or not to be... that is the question! Flicking her tail, dark orbs observe both.
*~*
A disagreement between father and son, so unoriginal, it had happened so many times before. Yet that's because of the beast she is. A clever maniuplator of any sort, and she would be of worth to any harem. Which did she desire? Oh really, this was the part she found most interesting... the debate, which to join. She could join any really, which would benefit her or her bringing of defiance.
*~*
Orbs blick, and the femme half-rears, still thinking, still trying her decision. Lobes lace back, snorting her oculi glare as she prances... still thinking... complating.
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