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Post by Kye on Nov 25, 2005 20:21:28 GMT -4
Starting at a delicate trot, the charger stole away from the area, nowhere was he aimed, his destination unplanned. His pulse reacted quickly, his heart's beating increasing rapidly as did his evergrowing stride. he halted abruptly, skidding through the stalks, the jaden shoots tickling over his feathered fore cavity. He pivoted sharply to face the femme once more. she thinks i have driven her insane?hah. gentle whickers emitted forth, summoning her along, for her to join him in his short venture around the present area. Only short of course, for the she was growing heavily in foal. saunterng back to her, he kissed the outline of her swollen cage gently, his kissers brushing over her hyde gently. Then he returned to his delicate prance, the mourn receding as he attempted to be jolly.. Ever since I can remember I have wanted to be free, To roam the gorge and mountain tops with no-one chasing me, I've longed to travel to a place that nature holds to heart, and live a life of freedom that no-one can tear apart. To run along the beaches and leave hoof prints in the sand, and feel the water splashing, oh now wouldn't that be grand, To munch the fresh new pasture as it breaks through natures soil, Or even have my ears scratched by a friend forever loyal.
But time is running out and I feel darkness has awoke, To cover all the hope and all the dreams of which I've spoke, I feel him walk toward me with that needle in his hand, I close my eyes forever, leaving hoof prints in the sand.
His whipcord flew, spanking at his flanks as he sped, then pivoted and raced back to her. A repetition of this came along, awaiting her to follow one of the times whence he surged. It was all teasing of course, though the femme needed excerxise to minimize her restlessness once she foaled. Yes, she needed to stretch out. Rounding back to her once more, he murmered quietly into her acoustics.. Our young is soon...I can feel it my dove..indeed, your time is nearing..
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 25, 2005 20:35:18 GMT -4
slow mellow whickers escaped in answer. Somewhat amused by the broncs pacings. well, Hes not depressed. furred grubbers jumped forth to lip at the hes mug before recoiling, unhappy with the fact she had to work. Tintature blurred as torso collected plump chassis and escaorted dihram forth. Lazily breaking to hasty lope. Striding abreast to match the duckes strides. Braces alternating as weighs had shifted, bod swaying at the cores tilt. Apature swayed top its tie, overexaduring its sway to tease the bronc of her working. exersize....who needs it porciline doll continued her pace, striding easily beside the other, dentals to slip at the hes shoulder blade in yet another reminder before ducking back skyabound, held in uncomfertably high elevation, locks straying from view. In it all I've found hope. Enough to carry me though And now i find more And share it with you. give me your hand Ill hold you high. Give me your trust I wont leave you Share with me your love Im one who wont break it. Ah, though i quite fear the birth of a royal, For with atalis passings I have learned pieces of dirty plans of another.Short...yet again...ish eating cheeze doodles ;D
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Post by Kye on Nov 25, 2005 20:41:45 GMT -4
o.o I aint replying to that [sticks nose up]
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Post by Kye on Nov 26, 2005 21:22:09 GMT -4
TAYO AND DEUXY GOT FRIGGIN PIERRE. they wont get Class's foal.
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Post by Kye on Nov 26, 2005 21:36:03 GMT -4
[mutters about deux and tay] bic The bronc slowly stopped, his eagerness fading quickly, exhaustion the aftermath of their sprint. His cage heaved with the heavier strides of his oxygen intake. His ligaments burned from the run, though they beckoned for more speed. Slow coos errupted quietly, stepping into the protective shades of a near maple, the coolness of the breaches easing the steam radiating from his heated module. Forget the cold ones... His pendulum spanked coolly at the hovering insecticides, ridding their presence from his lathered tarped hyde, twitching with both touches did his pattern of his steamed hyde. The thoughts of the dreaded cold ones shrouded his previously cheerful thoughts. They thought they would intercept yet another offpspring?!?hah. that would be tended to carefully, for another of his offspring they had yet to perceive, no, the new born would remain within their glorious ways of grace and tranquilitious purity and every form. To remain within the light race from birth to their dusk of time. Let us a moment of peace.. He called out shrilly, his sleekly built muscular bandages tucking idley beneath the molecular mass of his large physique. Lowering to the karst marsh below, a coo slipped in a delicate manner from his whiskered laburnums. how stressful it all was..the loss of both Atali and Pierre, and now the speakings of his soon to be prince stolen as well as the duo, it was unheard of. it wouldnt stand. No, not another of his offpring would be stolen by the dammed ones. The decision was clear: closer eye, more protection produced by the patron was needed at all times. Speak not a word more..
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 26, 2005 22:08:56 GMT -4
nymphs pace took toll easily, 'pandages straining to stretch forth before re-coiling and tucked benieth plump chassis. Braces inched, shuffling closer in halt. Ceacing movements to sway limply, barrel to slip alongside the hes. Apature to decress croons escaping to lull within the atmos. Acustics fading as they where devored by nutral surrounding. Furred grubbers chased the duckes locks, pepper hued braces to collapse benieth boligerious complexion. Moans slipped and then attempted to re-bound from erruptance. Mold to hastily plop to the loam. Plushen releasing whimpering whispers, two toned bod to rock lulls. Cochila ooids to inspect surrounds. Vonerablility Coaled appandix shook lightly and placed aresting lightly top bruthens fore limb. Sighs seeming to lift diapramic captivity. One so foolish to attempt a murder shall be massacred. -licks- Its kinda short...
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 26, 2005 22:20:18 GMT -4
crud! -has fit- I was supposed to be off a hour ago.
Try to answer meh jocko and then ill answer when i wake up tomarrow. Promise.
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Post by Kye on Nov 26, 2005 22:22:31 GMT -4
He murmered quietly to the femme, his mocha stained curvature resuming its natural color, once tainted with that of the rich lather of ivoric stains that cascaded over his quivering bodice. His tones were gentle, sweet with a passionate love for the femme that one of another being could never begin to understand such meaning. He lipped gently at the she's cumbrous, their whiskers intertwining, tickling on another's tender flesh. I fear the beginning of the end has neared.. He toned out once more, though this time his notes faced that of a ginger lullaby, his tendrils flowing freely within the breeze, his choclea hyde gleaming against the beams and rays the powerful orb sent as a blessing to their grounds, a fought between the two colors forever going on. His occulis burned with the sensation of mist, the stress overwhelming, though the patron was determined not to show this to the queen, never would he show weakness whilst in the presence of any, not even that of his mate, let alone enemy. Though at heart, I know eternity lies ahead.. His pendulum brushed over his mound once more in riddance of the pesky blood suckers. He chuckled heavy, amused by their frantic flee. Slowly,his lids fluttered, cooing quietly as he struggled to remain within wakeness. Soon relaxing, a more comfortable position was taken, drifting slowly, only to be awaken by the natural chitters of smaller critters within the winding forestry that surrounded their boundaries.. [[short and choppy]]
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Post by Classic Touch on Nov 27, 2005 11:32:05 GMT -4
labrums twitched lightly as furred whiskers tickled molds grubbers. Wipcord limply ly 'top evergreen loam. bearings of canopy cast shadows among carecass's mesh. plushen apature to prod at the hes mug before re-coiling merly. appandix placed within bed of bickering foliage. struggling to ly upright, small obsered wimpers escaping as puse from the wee had kicked figureen into motion. Small kicks felt before all had ceaced. cochila liddids to devor within darkened linings, murky outline of the bruthen fadding as silvern hues dissipeared. Whistles to errupt and lure into the atmos as femme drifted. let me rest. A mere deperature from reality to dreamcaptivity audios seemed to fade to attempted melands, tuners to ceace in time. ooids buried benieth fluttering liddids. Lithe form swaying to collect comfertable postition, plump cage straining in a out. Crani shifted in uncomfertable frantic motion, banshee clumisly halting movement in abrupt fashion. Doll inched closer to the bronc, now snug alongside the steed. Belle to place top barrier along the duckes spinal barrier. Zeiths to flicker in hearence of vacent outskirts. Humbling sigh lifted bod, slowly drifting off in the safty beside the bronc. Safty. Such a contented feeling florencent shene of cloak had dissipeared benieth shadowed evergreen components. Seekers to veer and harken the broncs vocals. Oxygenators to flare in dignosics of dyed topagraphy. Morsal to fiddle once more, liddids to revial the stud, only to be dissolved once more.
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Post by Kye on Nov 29, 2005 22:31:08 GMT -4
As his cumrbous parted, a gentle tune rang out gently. He continued this lulling act, nosing at the femme's slimly carved curvature, his incissors brushing against her fleshy hyde gently within his song's intervals. his pendulum flicked every which way, ridding the pests that splattered over his mahogany canvas.
[[ahh...gotta go now..but I will have a seksi post for you tomorrow]]
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Post by pierre on Dec 1, 2005 23:27:17 GMT -4
[[Kye]] As his cumrbous parted, a gentle tune rang out gently. He continued this lulling act, nosing at the femme's slimly carved curvature, his incissors brushing against her fleshy hyde gently within his song's intervals. his pendulum flicked every which way, ridding the pests that splattered over his mahogany canvas. He chuckled heartily as his song broke. the mourn wouldn't last eternity, not as their love. no...never. My queen, time is closer..have there been any signs?he spoke gently, awaiting,hoping, for a positive response. A swift sweep over the surroundings taken, he fluidly rose. A canter taken, he started away from the femme, his lope as though it belonged to the steady lithe dancers. His occulis showed brightly with a tinge of orneryness,though the source was absent. The large fragments of his broken heart had been mended, strewn back to threads so generously by Class. His thoughts ran deeply, back to the darks, back to Pierre.What had become of the young bronc?mmm..his thoughts dulled as the ideas of revenge seethed his actions. revenge...or justice? All the same,No? He flinched to the side in a skittery trot, soon rounding back to Class. His speakings must be short, for it was a conversation he wished not to speak of but briefly. We shant attack the darks. We mustn't drag ourselves to their levels. No, their offenses have been gruesome, but i shant risk the lives of our humble army for stupidity's shanks.He spoke briefly, then wheeling to head to a lushed patch of herbaceous vegitation. Lowering his crowned aperature, he raked and strung at the stalks slowly, his rounded zephyrs twittering this way and that, waiting for a response from the ess. Revenge is sweet, but life is sweeter. Lick it up.
[/center] He cooed quietly as bites were taken more often, whickering hushedly to the femme in comfort, for the labor was soon, any could see by her swelled cage, so large with the weight of the unborn babe. twins? he hoped not, for birth would be painful and stressful, a stage he wished not to see the femora in. He whistled soothingly, urging the femme to take her fill, for the babe to arrive would need a hearty supplement. straighten up little soldier. stiffen up that upper lip. whatchu cryin about?[[random..heh]] [/center] Watching his feast motionless, his pooled snow caps brightened, joyful the time for his young to arrive was near, the mourn residing. its retiring fogs revealing the brute himself once more. He cooed out louder this time, a hind ligament striking at the pests that splattered his canvas carelessly. His whipcord spanked at their patheticness lightly, streaming over his russet enlightened hyde with great annoyance. No words can explain, how your absence causes me pain. Every moment without you, is my silent agony, my screaming torture. my personal hxll. [/center]
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Post by Classic Touch on Dec 4, 2005 11:31:46 GMT -4
awww -feels loved- furred velveteen recoiled, appandix to swing lightly as braces collected benieth dihram. 'pandages fussed, slipping benieth massive chassis. Nymph regained grounded, rougen ooids to scan the he chuckling lightly as the bronc paced. Masked dome tossed abruptly in mere cheer, lone fore to prop forth and sway in swing motion. Hazey mellow gaze followed each movement of the stud. seekers to swoop and veer, proping forth and sewing 'top baby doll topline. Porcline cloak shifted as dutchess tagged after the he, plushen mold to prod at duckes whiskered grubbers. Signs. Yes. Signs. Royalty shalt resign too good a play for two good a match locks matted before vision, feathered apature to shake canopy in nod. Pepper hued flicka luring beside the bronc, two toned bulk rubbing alongside the other as dreamcaptivity decressed to clip evergreen linings, crooning in return to the pairs meland. Moarnfull corous to fade into the atmos, wimpering whistles only to devor after. Dyed complexion hidden within tall foliage, dentals to skim o'vr masscaraide of dancing greens. Pendulum bobbing skybound and re-coiling before shrew continuned feast. Queer vocalization escaping summoning closer as femme plucked blankly at loams gold. bolding gloss surfaced occuli, oxygenators flaring as slots imprinted lost battlefeilds clumsily. belle advancing briefly as fem mirrandered 'top guagmere. Sigh wafted bod as cochela skimmed ashen turf. No, be ready though. nymph hadnt nessaserally based conversation on one subject, hopping from one to the next in facades of random thoughts. Curvature halted 'bout earths bed, pausing before pastels blurred once more, opline tipped zeiths flickering as rhaspy wordings had ceaced. Carecass placed once more in origonal postiton. what if tomarrow i wake up and your not there? And what if tomarrow ill turn for your support and your gone? If i die will you meet me there? and what if tomarrow, Im gone? Live it up, there might not be a tomarrow. (im not saying shes dying....O.o just wanted to clarify that. NoNo, no dying for class....just felt like writing something like that)
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Post by Classic Touch on Dec 7, 2005 20:55:47 GMT -4
after you post meh thinks she gunna gib birth -nods-
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Post by pierre on Dec 9, 2005 20:09:59 GMT -4
ooc:i am lyk...SO sorry. Rl has been SO busy!!!! -smacks self- I shall post tonight. if later, slap me please.lamo
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Post by Classic Touch on Dec 9, 2005 20:20:58 GMT -4
awww -hands cookie- Its alright jockopoo. I dont mind a few days.....i only get impatiant when people pass 2 weeks -nods and licks- its fine hun, take your time and write me a nice long sexxy post
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