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Post by Sarah on Feb 19, 2008 20:12:06 GMT -5
The sun was almost completely set now, the land was stained a bright orange. His coat was a fiery red, reflecting the sun's rays. His land was quiet, only containing one other resident. Salmarnir moved silently over the turf, floating to the lake's edge. He dipped a slender maw into the cool water, taking long gulps and letting it trickle carelessly out of the side of his lips. As he drank he examined himself in the reflecting water. It was almost difficult to see himself, his pelt began to fade into the ever darkening sky. His dark amber eyes stared back at him, unblinking, waiting for something.
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Post by F o r e c a s t on Feb 19, 2008 20:28:22 GMT -5
Feme cantered swiftly into the terra, mane and tail flowing as if in a painting as she glided over the turf. Feme slowed to a trot, then a walk untill stopping beside the brute. Fae brushed her bodice against his, feeling the warmth of the stags pelt on hers. She dipped her crown for a drink before bringing her head up to speak. I like my home. She said softly to him. |
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Post by Sarah on Feb 21, 2008 20:31:09 GMT -5
The ebony brute lifted his dial at her approach, allowing a small smile to slip across his maw.
I'm glad you like it. Make yourself comfortable. There's another resident, a pure named Skit. You can do what you please with her. She's merely a toy to me.
He dipped his head to take another small sip, then lifted it to look off into the distance. He wondered where that fae was now. He didn't care all that much. She could wander about all she wanted. If she came back in foal he would just kill the thing.
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Post by F o r e c a s t on Feb 22, 2008 11:17:46 GMT -5
She nodded as he told her of the other. A pure? Oh, but she was just a toy. No worries for her then. Forecast gently started to groom the stags coat. She licked the soft fur kindly as if she was lead. |
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Post by Sarah on May 5, 2008 18:10:54 GMT -5
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