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Date Posted: 01:31:45 05/13/05 Fri
Author: qUILL
Subject: dRIP dRIP iNK bLOTT
In reply to: Inked 's message, "r e p l i c a" on 00:53:40 05/13/05 Fri

The years had rolled on by since Quill's birth in Winds of the West, six to be precise. And in that time the bay stallion had done quite a bit of growing, from the gangly and slightly awkward foal into a somewhat mighty and powerful looking creature. Almost the image of his sire, save for his mahogany colouring. But showing no trace of my mother's traits Thought Quill as he ambled quite contently through the rolling fields of snow. Only dad & I know that she was my dam though. After her demise, it seemed that among Ink's clan which consisted of several mares(including Jazz) that Epona was something that had was forbidden to be mentioned. Which suited Quill quite fine, as her far as he was concerned he wasn't related to the nutty chestnut mare.

Curved ears waver as the sounds of other equines talking and the baron turned his dark occuli in the direction of the voices. Bey hued ears switch into a pricked position as Quill recognised them to his sire, InkeD and half brother, Gen. Finally, some company. These travels are getting dull to the max. The duo weren't quite the smexy fillies he had been hoping for but hey! At least he wouldn't be some loner looking like an idiot in the middle of no where. Sturdy framework is shifted forth, lanky appendages stretching into a swift three beated cadence, ploughing through the snow. Ack, stupid cold white stuff. Quill much preferred warm and slightly sunburnt land. It was the brumby part of him, the part he got for Epona but had never occured to him.

"So whats up dudes?"

Came the greeting as locomotion is cut off, the stag halting several metres from the duo. Boa, covered in winter length furr was arched slightly before visage was shaken, ridding swarth locks of the powdery alabaster stuff from them.

Geez, the old man is starting to really look his age A slight bit of worry began to enter Quill's thoughts though he quickly brushed it off. Ink had always been strong and it was probably just the winter affecting him. Hell, even he himself was on a completely unwanted diet (GIVE ME GRAAAASS) and was starting to look a tad scrawny.

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Hearts in Ohio -- Gen and InkeD, 06:47:22 05/14/05 Sat