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Post by pierre on Dec 21, 2005 18:30:44 GMT -4
oo..mine again, eh? here goes the rich mahogany pasted bronc stepped forth into the clearing, a triumphant grin sprawled over his play-write in a playful fashion as he motioned his queen and the newborn flicka forth. ah, the name was unknown, but perfect his filla was. the perfect vision. now t'was time to decide the first steps of the filly's enculturation. names names. hmm..perhaps Class knew of some already. a shrill call errupted as he searched through the area for the pair. his azule gaze franticly spilled over the seemingly empty potholes, soon finding himself pacing as he waited. come now my young one, you musn't be frightened. you as well my dear class, step forth.his words were filled with a longing, for he hadn't the time to observe the new flicka closely before their departure. he crooned this way and that, gaze peeled for the pair of angels that were to be sent to him once more, no doubt both from the heavens above. his brilliant hues burned bright rouge against the sun's canopy, a glistening lather spreading over his carved pelt with a light ivoric bath. his chasms soon rusted with worry, had the two been intercepted? no, only late..so fashonable. his ironed wroughts struck at the floor several times, stamping the lithos with a delicate swing this way, then that. his flagstool rose over his spinals, ridding the bloodsuckers before falling to the stalks once more, trailing behind him as he began to stride about. sing me a lullaby. strike me a note. dice me a fruit. cut me a throat. read to me a book. recite to me a poem. [/center] he scittered to and fro eagerly, awaiting the arrival of his delicate pair with the utmost anticipation, how dearly he longed to see both. soon the young flicka would be frolicing about in their meadow, and he to be watching over her always as well as Class..ah..class..had she wondered off in a mischevious venture? no, soon enough she would arrive..though how long it seemed. [[done but its crappy]
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Post by Classic Touch on Dec 24, 2005 8:45:30 GMT -4
Young flicka ambled in beside petie curvature of the dam. Braces locking as the babe awuardly accumilated forth. Youngin slipped sideways so she knocked agenst the stocky figure of her dam. Small trying whistles escaped, high pitch squeeks engulfed in the atmos as the nymph spurred back to place. Pepper hue of the she (im talking about Class now....) slowly tottering beside frail complexion of....of....well, she didnt have a name did she. Pendulum swayed left right, left right, Cochila occuli seaching out plan image of the masculi. Shrew paraded neared, young jazabella inching closer beside the femme at the patrons masculine form. Pair still drowned within ebrum droplets that had shed time before. Porciline Doll summoning the buthen closer, apandix outstreached to the hes figureen.
Ah, my darling.
Treasure all things god gives us. Protect it with your life. Ill have no bullet in this bible
Dyed complexion of the dam lured beside the bronc, young flicka clumsily trailing behind the she, placed behind bologerous dihram of the shrew. Shrail physique hidden benieth citrus cloak of her formiller. The flicka was bult of the pairs finally designed features, braces straggy, enough to look though she had been streached. Slimmed 'pandages tangled in almost a twizler shape. Bodice small as it still had not grown into the femmes leg.
Shes tired and week love
nymph murrmered, plush mold prodding lightly at the hes furred velveteen before rebounding back to snug the babes. bloodshed smothered at the pairs whiskered plushens. The flicka well needed a name, a doubbence, though she had never been well with names, each thing she thought of never seemingly matching, possibly Kye had an idea...... Have you thought of a well suiting name? All is well. We are safe
Short, Crapper then yours -.-
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ecstasy
1st Degree
the stench of death never fails,the hatred prevails
Posts: 26
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Post by ecstasy on Dec 26, 2005 12:40:26 GMT -4
wooO!!! happy christmas my love! post in a min
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Post by pierre on Dec 26, 2005 21:02:29 GMT -4
what is it?
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Post by pierre on Dec 26, 2005 21:34:20 GMT -4
eww [throws back]
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Post by pierre on Dec 26, 2005 21:41:05 GMT -4
rest my love, rest. lull the young to sleep. i shall watch over you.
a gentle rumble brought the bronc nearer to the form of the duet, nosing at the youth before him with gentle caressing motions. ah, the perfect newborn. beautiful. humble. his mug outstretched to class, a whuft taken before he fell eagerly to the floor. rest was needed, she couldn't deny the facts. the young would need her rest as well, yes..much rest. the following day would be filled with joy..when he would truely get to meet his wonderous offspring. until then, the trio must rest in peace. in harmony with one another and the soft surroundings. his rougen locks cascaded over his seekers, forming a vast cape over aglow visiage, straining to get a better view of the pair. everything turned out wonderfully. their time spent now paid off so perfectly.yes..perfect. no other word compared. he wimpered quietly, doing his best to beckon the two down to bed with the stud. to sleep. to rest for the day's end, another's beginning.
hush now, sweet child of mine. the time has come to be silent. to rest. to be at one with all.
flowing tunes emerged, followed by a gentle squeal as the brujo reached up for a tug at the femme's hyde, lapping lightly at her flesh for a moment before his aperature lowered to a more casual scene atop his lofting perch. his coo was heard as he rumbled lightly about, inching a ways further from the pair so the two could have the appropriate room to lay at his side, if they so chose. it would be wonderful for them to accept his offer, though they were not forced. it was preferred, for class mentioned to flicka to be weak..both tired. he swayed from side to side, his dentals to clack against the fellow rows of tidiness as he did so. this motion slowed, soon to halt and wait patiently for the return decision of the pair.
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Post by pierre on Dec 26, 2005 21:41:38 GMT -4
^^ sucks..big ones
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Post by Classic Touch on Dec 26, 2005 22:34:50 GMT -4
flicka quivered as the large masculi aprroched the younging, large bulk built towering over her frail curvature. babe teatored, slipping back beneith the coverage of Classic. close you eyes and go to sleep. dream of diamond rings for tomarrow when you awake you'll be swimming in pearls Seekers swooped to catch deranged whistles of the bronc, his soft lulling croons easily trancing the femme. Florial complexion braced closer, seemingly chasing the hes lithe form as it inched 'cross ashen turf. Apature tipped so much as it only peaked out from its hold above elevation. Dutchess pivoted as the dentals skimmed plushen hide. Young flicka confused, from her point of veiw the large bronc seemed to repremand the dam, peite zeiths swooping as quizzical expression threaded 'pon the youngins facade. tayed nymph followed the he as though chains had hooked the pair together, though truth was said that she followed from trust, her momentum thriving as she inched closer each time the bruthen slipped further away. Young filla trailing saftly behind the curvature of her femme. hush lil baby dont be afraid mommas gunna tuck you saflty away. Braces buckled benieth the shout shrew, young jazabella mocking the minx, figureen lying queerly on the oppisite side of the intimitating bronc so the dam was snug in the middle of the pair. Cage intracted in exhail, both flicka and stud needed a better relationship, one divided daughter to father, not stonger to younger. Though only one day had passed, one of many moons to come. Whiskered velveteen lipped almost puzzibly 'pon kye's in reassurence, cochila ooids searching 'ver the patron before liddids fluttered to engulf vision, saftly placed beside her bronc. safty
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Post by Kye on Dec 26, 2005 22:41:01 GMT -4
will post later..if that's ok
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Post by Kye on Dec 28, 2005 20:29:56 GMT -4
geez.i'm awful. ain't posted in..forever.
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Moyen
1st Degree
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Post by Moyen on Dec 29, 2005 17:04:30 GMT -4
-points at siggy- I wasnt sure if you wanted to use that or not, i made it out of bordum -noddle- But she needs a color and name.....so i just picked this one caus eh was cute -licks- I can make another one if we want another color
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Post by pierre on Dec 30, 2005 21:42:02 GMT -4
mmk..bbl..hafta go in the house and bottlefeed pups..then posty
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Post by Classic Touch on Jan 4, 2006 18:04:21 GMT -4
Jock -whines- You've posted like 5 times to tay already and still havent replied to me yet
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Post by pierre on Jan 4, 2006 19:40:38 GMT -4
yer mean to me [points to thread about shamehoo on WA]
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Post by Classic Touch on Jan 4, 2006 21:03:55 GMT -4
awww -giggles- You know I love you.
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