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Post by marelove on Jul 26, 2009 10:57:46 GMT -8
A young mare trotted into the clearing,her brown and white head held high.With a snort she dropped her head and began to graze.She kept her ears pricked for the sounds of a stallion.How she longed for a family and herd,but who was she?She was Venus,a mare who'd give her life to deafened her family and herd.
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Post by Ellie on Aug 3, 2009 10:57:56 GMT -8
Spotted Thunder sighed heavily as he entered the land. He looked around and spotted a beautiful paint mare grazing. He lifted his spotted muzzle to the sky, and whinnied softly to the mare, to let her know he was there. He trotted gracefully over to her, and bowed his spotted cranium as he introduced himself. Hello m'dear, my calling be Spotted Thunder. May I be privileged with thine calling? His words were soft, gentle, kind, and yet, playful as well. He lifted his spotted cranium and looked at the mare, she was gorgeous in his opinion, and why she didn't already have a herd of her own, he would never understand.
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Post by marelove on Oct 17, 2009 6:04:17 GMT -8
(sorry i posted this twice so na.)
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