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Date Posted: 17:24:42 06/03/02 Mon
Author: Guilty Innocence
Subject: |Allow me...|
In reply to: [Wavecrest] 's message, "[Whinny]" on 15:35:12 05/25/02 Sat

|dismissive snort and pointed glance are both aimed in turn at the sly brute, cheeky doe refusing to acknowledge or yield to the 'ushering'. though the pungent scents of the shoreline come gradually to keen nares, when at last the cove itself is reached and sand brushes comfortingly against the mildly aching pedates of the silver-sprinkled dame, the smell comes as an inexorable wave, flooding sensitive nostrils conveniently dilated to full extent. salty, no doubt, distinctly telling precisely of that unmistakable massive body of water--'the turquoise floor'. chomping action occurs, as if the sovereign wishes to taste the air itself; lobes prick briefly at the cry of seagulls high overhead, though they soon flutter off elsewhere to catch other interesting noises that drift her way. dappled mistress proceeds on further, the melodic murmur of waves, now gentle, now crashing, reaching ready auditives. no halt is called, though once the cleansing waters touch somewhat discolored obsidian flints, movement ceases, and one forelimb is extended to toy with the reservoir's liquid, manner absentminded and hinting at boredom.|

|how sweet. an oceanside residence. aaaah.|

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[> [> [Return] -- [Wavecrest], 15:44:26 06/07/02 Fri

[Multi-hued entity emerges dripping from the crystalline depths of water. Seaweed trails 'bout his ankles and seawater courses in rivulets down shimmering pelt. Greeting whicker escapes velvet muzzle, steed prances around she, inviting and warm. He was glad she was pleased, and more relaxed after his anxiety over her thoughts of his abode. Would she care to join him in a refreshing run? Or would femme instead choose to lunch upon sea grapes growing hereabouts? (ooc:sea grapes aren't really grapes, just small bushes that grow tasty berries that grow along the shoreline.) Her choice. He would follow, adoring and kind. He loved the scent of her pelt, the enticing shape of her body, the gleam of sunlight in her eyes. He loved everything about her and wanted their happiness and shared times to last forever.]

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