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bother! My skin shudders visibly, cold setting in. I squeal sharply, disliking the frigidness that I'm feeling. That's it, I'm stopping here. No sense in going any farther. Chattering, I enter the grove of trees.. ick! I crinkle my nose upon seeing what is in this grove. Oh wonderful. Another pond. Ah, who cares? So long as I don't go in it, I'll be fine. I decide I'll sleep here. It should be safe.. sweet slumber! First, I concentrate on warming up. To do so, I being loping around the grove. No better way to warm yourself up than by exercising. I do this until fully warm and even more tired than before. Now thoroughly and completely exhausted, I flop down. Probably not the best idea, but oh well. At the moment I could care less. Finally, after several moments, I begin to slumber.. dreaming! Hmm. Some interesting dreams tonight. First, in my dream I'm being chased. By what I do not know, but I continue fleeing. Suddenly, I'm plummeting from the top of a cliff. The ground rapidly draws near. But strangely enough, before I hit, my dream changes. I'm being 'hunted' again, but this time I can see who the 'hunter' is. A large stud, hue matching the shadows. It's obvious why he keeps following me. Sheesh, these stallions have one track minds. I've been caught! Uh oh. Then I wake up. Ever alert, I stand, the distinctive aroma of estrus stinging my nostrils. Err. Great. Now my dream probably will come true. Guess we'll find out, but for now I'm going back to sleep.. |
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[ black, red, or silver? ] -- Bint-El-Nil, 15:48:02 05/13/02 Mon (216.166.160.44)
blood? First, I inquire the stallion. He shan't have access to me until I know his bloodtype. Disgrunted whicker is dismissed from vocals. So what is it, black, red, or silver? Muzzle is held high, for I am proud to be a redblooded mare.. patience! I choose to remain on the floor for now. Probably not the best situation, but at least he can't mount yet. However, such a position leaves me prone to attack. I'd better stand. Once on all fours, I immediately back into a tree. He wouldn't be permitted to sire my child until I knew his type. Again, black, red, or silver? Regardless, it's very likely that he will be given permission to continue. Of course, I will not settle for being abandoned. You must also be willing to escort me back to your territory.. |
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of elegance -- Malo, 00:12:32 05/16/02 Thu (64.12.104.179)
Stud snorts, as studs do, and extends a whiskered muzzle with a stallion's fleer. Blood? Black as crows, of course. Dark veins are seen through the pale covering of hair and skin. In his eyes, also. Black and empty, plucking more fear than the yellow eyes of a predator or the crimson eyes of the devil's servant, for his eyes were that of an untamed demon. He had made no deal with the devil, yeilding only to the fits of anger and rage that boiled his blood every now and then.
Now he seemed clothed in devine spanish patience, playing a nice game with the gaze of his new mare. Abandonment? She was an odd soul, though he would permit her to come with him. Malo was usually a loner, it surely wasn't safe to live with one of such short temper.
No steps were taken, he stood for now, waiting her move. When she moved, he would control it.
OOC - eep! Sorry for the delay ::sheepish look::
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