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Colt
Editor of the Sobibor Scroll The Queen Of Dorksville[P:100]
Looks like an angel, Acts like a dragon.
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Post by Pledge on Oct 28, 2008 18:41:20 GMT -5
NOTHING.MORE I see sparks of no life...
He walks, speaks, and much more, too. Though, does not enjoy a mare. Stone walks with a quest; win the love and trust of one dear mare. He snorted, entering some territory, not really caring at the time. At a canter, he dodged trees, and everyting seemed to, well, zoom past. The soft part of him seemed to come over him. He did not want to fight here and now. Only his quest was what he wanted to succeed.
In an instand, the stallion was looking out through the trees, trying to find life. None. He saw hooveprints, but they looked old...quite old. His mossy green eyes were dull and lifeless. No civilization for about a week now. It was definetally not fun.
...because I've taken it all.
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Post by Lugubrious on Nov 2, 2008 22:16:38 GMT -5
Teeth plucked up grass easily from the ground. A sound of cantering hooves instinctively caused the dappled stag's head to jerk upwards. Almond eyes caught sight of the inferior stallion in his land. Smooth strides carried the to male horses closer. Instantly anger was inside of Volatile heart. His land was already being challenged, and the only reason a male would come into his land was to challenge it. Two fights? The older stallion probably couldn't take the toll.
Quite frequently he imagined his own death. At ten years old, he was a little past his prime. Strategy and experience was the only way he could win these primitive tests in strength. In a loud and clear voice, he called out "You there, what are you doing in my land?" The stallion took off towards the invader at full tilt. A flurry of hooves, black pinned ears, and camouflaging dapples rapidly approached other horse.
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Pledge
Colt
Editor of the Sobibor Scroll The Queen Of Dorksville[P:100]
Looks like an angel, Acts like a dragon.
Posts: 194
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Post by Pledge on Nov 2, 2008 22:31:03 GMT -5
Halting, the stallion looked out at the older stag, a snort gracefully blowing from his nostrils. "I? Just wandering, stag. Free-roamers are meant to free-roam, aren't they?" Stone's powerful narrowed eyes were deep and calm, not looking for a fight. His hooves lifted into the air as he reared quickly, and then they pounded into the soft ground, eyes now a glare.
(sorry it's so short. gtg)
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