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Post by zoe on Feb 9, 2008 12:23:01 GMT -5
Pittsburgh trotted peacefully along, pricking her auds forward and flicking her skull every few steps.
Ah, this was the life. Roaming where ever her legs took her, answering to no one. The spring was chilly, but Pittsburgh didn't mind - she would put up with anything to have this kind of freedom.
She approached a beach, and breathed the salty tang in the air. It was beautiful, she thought, as she lay down in the sand for a good hard backscratching. Small grunts escaped her as she dug her shoulders in, kicking the air with pleasure.
After a few more moments, she rolled to her feet and began to graze on some dunegrass.
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 10, 2008 20:16:36 GMT -5
Demontor, or known as Demon, walked on the beach head held high and ears pricked forward. On his way to the Auction rock, Demon decided to take a small trip to the beach. He loved how the waves sounded though he would tell no one. Seeing a small horse eating grass he walked briskly to her. Seeing as she was no slave Demon nieghed to let her know he was there. "Hello miss" He said flicking his chestnut tail at a few pesky flies. "I noticed you over here all alone" Normally he wouldn't go up to unknown mares and just talk to them but he was bored and in no hurry. "Im Demontor but you may call me Demon if you like"
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Post by zoe on Feb 10, 2008 20:18:49 GMT -5
[OOC; Sorry, Chica, I should have closed this thread - Pitts pretty much has a place in Skylark's herd now.]
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 10, 2008 20:19:22 GMT -5
ooc: Okay
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