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Post by [[swept]]away¤ on May 14, 2007 16:19:48 GMT -4
The sun shone and birdies chirped. Oh what a delightfully gai day. For some equine that is. Stags, meet Phoenix. She's a man-eater and she'll steal your heart and poisin you with her inoccent venom. But that's only on single individuals opinion. We'll let you see about that. Therefore, this is an opem post, was open as the plains.
Phoenix thingyed her head in cunfusion, either her nose was screwed up or she was in the right place. She liked to think her nose was screwed over though. The sun was shinning and the terf rolled a green sea as far as the eye can see. The jet satin vixen treaded on, lettingher hoofs get a feel to this new ground. The only life she had known before was cement and dirt with stones in it. Her mind was clouded.
Her mind was clouded alright, with the scents of human still wofting in her nares. And their horrible oder still locked in her coat. Not to mention the thin scar that now ran from her shoulder blade across. And there was was still some blood lingering were she had been sliced. She didn't give though, she was just glad to be free from those mutants. They were strange, only two legs. Well actually four, but two of them, their forelegs, were too stubby to catch up with the length of the hind limbs. And they had no tail while the mane was rounded and was more silky and varied in more colours then any horse's did. Strange thing they are.
Suddenyl, the urging of hunger overtook her and she arched her boa, targeting a patch of grass in front of her. She attacked it as most lady-like as she possibly could. She could scense the destinct smell of stallions in the air and wanted to make a good impression. Maybe, God only knows, she would find love in these lands. A nice stallion who unstands her trouble and past, along with her choosing of Darkness.
OCC;;complete and open everyone!!
Phoenix thingyed her head in cunfusion, either her nose was screwed up or she was in the right place. She liked to think her nose was screwed over though. The sun was shinning and the terf rolled a green sea as far as the eye can see. The jet satin vixen treaded on, lettingher hoofs get a feel to this new ground. The only life she had known before was cement and dirt with stones in it. Her mind was clouded.
Her mind was clouded alright, with the scents of human still wofting in her nares. And their horrible oder still locked in her coat. Not to mention the thin scar that now ran from her shoulder blade across. And there was was still some blood lingering were she had been sliced. She didn't give though, she was just glad to be free from those mutants. They were strange, only two legs. Well actually four, but two of them, their forelegs, were too stubby to catch up with the length of the hind limbs. And they had no tail while the mane was rounded and was more silky and varied in more colours then any horse's did. Strange thing they are.
Suddenyl, the urging of hunger overtook her and she arched her boa, targeting a patch of grass in front of her. She attacked it as most lady-like as she possibly could. She could scense the destinct smell of stallions in the air and wanted to make a good impression. Maybe, God only knows, she would find love in these lands. A nice stallion who unstands her trouble and past, along with her choosing of Darkness.
OCC;;complete and open everyone!!
