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Post by Apollos Chariot on May 5, 2008 13:13:45 GMT -8
Apollos Chariot pranced lightly into the grounds. Her black tail with soft and feathery, her jet black mane was silky smooth. She gracefully trotted toward a clear pool of water. Her light bay coat was sleek in the morning sunlight and her hooves were covered with flecks of wet dew. She looked around at the presently deserted place. It was beautiful. The morning sawn created eerie pink and grey light all around. She lifted her black tinted maw and let out a sharp high whicker, telling all stallions for miles she was ready to have a mate, and be part of a herd. Then she lowered her dished face and sniffed the grass gently. It was fresh and ripe, wet with morning dew. She started to eat the grass as she waited for a stallion to come.
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Post by Pyramid Head on May 11, 2008 14:19:40 GMT -8
A urning for mares crept through his veins. You could only be on your own for so long. Each day he ventured to these lands. He became accustom to them. Spending hours wondering and looking for any femme that caught his orbs. Figuring he'd make a trip in the morning. Get there early to pick them out. His onyx form took a laggard gait across the grounds. Making sure no fea escaped his gaze. That was when a whicker took a hold of his auds. Skull rose in the air, nares opening and closing rapidly. Taking in the scent of a femme not too far from him. Breaking into a cantered gait as he followed the smell of another equine. Skidding to a stop once he spotted the young bay. "Ah, maiden. Greetings." An ever so bastard type of smirk became plastered over his mug.
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