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Post by lifey on Sept 8, 2005 7:46:44 GMT -4
Sun kissed doe strolls into the terra at a graceful stroll. Nape arched as her silken tresses flow gracefully o'er her boa. Pistons rise and fall, making the sight look as though it were royality moving across the plain. Spheres watch the 'quines intently, curious if any were approaching such grace. Would it be today? The thought lingered in her mind as she strolled onto the river bank, her gait slowing to a hault. Velvetine dipping into the pool of aqua, ripplets scrurrying away from her mug. Kissers suck in all they can to quinche her dry throat. Flutes swivle in their defined half-circles, listening to the strange, yet soothing sounds about the terra. Perhaps it will be... Her frame stood still while she continued to drink, her plume being swayed in a soft breeze, dancing o'er her hocks as she awaited another's presence...
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Post by lifey on Sept 13, 2005 13:22:29 GMT -4
A soft whicker was sent echoing throughout the terra through quivering kissers. Harks cub forth, hoping for a sound to fill her lobes. Must I always be alone like I always have? Will there be someone who comes and cherishes me? She thought to herself, though she wanted to scream it out.
Crown lowers, showing she is upset. A flint pawed at the sun 'pon the topography, a cold breeze flowed past her, a shiver sent up and down her spine. Her frame began to shake from the cold, hoping a soft touch would flow throughout her frame, though she knew non would approach such a lowly essa. Gaze lowered to the topography, rugged frame stood beneath the tree. I truely must look like a horid sight standing here, but I'm too cold too move...
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Post by lifey on Sept 14, 2005 7:49:57 GMT -4
I guess I could move on She thought to herself. Yes, maybe finding an 'quine elsewhere who will injoy my company.
Slowly she trudged through the snow, eyeing the marks already present. Looks like they are all pairs of 'quines leaving this terra and moving to the herd lands. She sighed heavily, thin nares blowing out warm oxygen which was seen in the cold. Yes, I will travel on, and go where my feet take me.
She ambled o'er to the edge of the dense foliage, a quick glance back in vain was taken but turning and facing the shadows.
Out to the Crystal Caverns
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