x..Vilifier..x
Royalty
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
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Post by x..Vilifier..x on Aug 9, 2007 2:25:37 GMT -5
Umm. Maybe the colt should get trapped in a deep snowdrift or something and the mare can't help him so the stallion needs to but he doesn't want to so there's this whole drama and stuff?
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Post by _|X|SHZAM|X|_ on Aug 9, 2007 7:34:50 GMT -5
Nose to the hellcrust, grabbing what sparse meal there was came Bleeding Heart. A fine arab mare with breeding and form as pure as pure. A dark soul as pure as pure evil can get. Maybe this was a little too much but this was the way it seemed after first encounters with this mare. No one really knew her, no one ever had the chance. Despite her only remaining family. That was different though. The vixen with the blood red hide supporting deaths ebony flag and dreads. A pure bred arabian with a dished skull, large emerald pools, well framed carcass. Proud in every movement she took, the mare stopped prowling at the scent of other horses. The stallion had left her to attend other matters and was now in the company of the earlier mentioned colt and another mare who Blood guessed was lead. Mug wrinkled in disgust. How she despised others. Strange horses who she had to familiarise with. Never the less, the wench inhailed deeply into her blackened nares. Extracting from the air the individual scents that marked each horse present. The stallions she knew. The colt would not be hard to forget. The mare's would be more of a challenge but Bleeding Heart was well up to it. Ehailing as quick as she could, her breath turing into a snort, she gazed upon the company with calculating, cunning windows. Her gaze was brightly lit with intellegence as she watched the three carefully. She stood, out in the open, coldly suveying her new found company
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