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Post by M y s t i q u e on May 19, 2005 17:00:48 GMT -4
The mare, upon entering, gazes her lovely ebon crania forward sensing the presence of another fea. Her pistons carry her light bodice 'cross the ground's rocky surface and her banner waves in the breeze. The mare's destiny lye in this land, her fate would be drawn by the immortals, would she stay, or go...
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Post by Dreamweaver on May 20, 2005 14:03:25 GMT -4
<o> The wind picked up and carried the Lady forth. Her tassles flowed with the movement of her bulk as her orbs strained ahead. 'Twas another equine beast to be welcomed into the land! In joy, she cantered to the new horse. As she slowed and eventually stopped altogether, her soul seemed to be looking into the other 'quines. What she saw reassured the Immortal, for her heart was in the right place.
"Mare that comes forth to these lands of plenty, tell me what you desire, your heart and soul."
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Post by Arod on May 21, 2005 17:30:50 GMT -4
The midnight-black stallion curved his chizzled head in the direction of the two mares in the great feild. He snorted and trotted a few yards away from them and stopped. "Hello there M'ladies" he nickered softly, greeting them.
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Post by Dreamweaver on May 21, 2005 21:51:29 GMT -4
<o> Psyche glanced at the new brute, with questioning eyes.
"Have you been accepted yet young stag?"
Her orbs shone with amusement as she watched for his reaction. Leadership qualities were present in this brute, and she hoped he responded to them. This new land needed some new Kings and Queens, and he was a good candidate... <o>
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Post by Arod on May 22, 2005 12:01:17 GMT -4
His hooves clopped forward a couple steps,
Why no, fair Lady, i have not, yet I seek to be accepted in this new land, and perhaps to control a part of it... he trailed off, looking her into her soft, but watchful orbs, then looking slightly away...
His long black banner flowed in the cool breeze as he stood awaiting for her answer, snorting and pawing at the ground axiously.
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Post by Dreamweaver on May 22, 2005 19:20:49 GMT -4
<o> The Lady watched the kind stallion through calm orbs. She hadn't seen the likes of this corteous of a stag in many a time. Psyche's napes reached out to scent the air, testing his patience. The fea's crania was deep in thought, wondering about her Lord's dissapearance and if this brute was humble enough to become a King. Finally, sound was heard passing through her ivories.
"Son, go forth and prosper under the guidance and love of your Lord and Lady. Remember you are not above us, nor below us and you should do fine. Claim mares and land, for that is a stag's destiny and life-calling."
The Lady bowed her head and dissapeared, never far away...<o>
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Post by Arod on May 22, 2005 19:55:02 GMT -4
The stallion stared after her in confusion and shock, he had not expected this answer. He snorted in disagreement, and pawed at the earth angrily, but he stopped. Remembering that she was Lady of the lands, he must obey and be commanded by her. He gave a heavy sigh, and blew hard out of his nostriles. He truned slightly and galloped away gracefully, his streamer held high, pistons thudding the earth.
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