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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Feb 18, 2006 7:27:50 GMT -5
Kalli gave him a look of unceirtanty. Then shruged, turning back to the mares. She lowered her fine half-Arabian head to graze on the tender shoots growing from the ground. She thought about many things, family, home, foals. She almost shorted in suprise. She had no reason to think of foals. She sighed, and continued grazing.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Feb 23, 2006 23:12:12 GMT -5
Zanzibar whickered a soft remark and gazed at the others. he wished oe of them would speak, for he knew that they all had a mind of their own. Hind haunches dropped, backing him up. Mug drpped once he stopped. Lids lightly closed while he waited by his herd. Weight fell to one side as he rested lightly on a haunch.
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Post by Allanon on Feb 27, 2006 18:40:00 GMT -5
A brisk breeze picked up, ruffling Bethlehem's thick winter coat and lashing her cords about. The wind tickled her back, and her flesh twitched of its own accord. Irritated by the persistent itchy tickle, she pawed at the snowy earth. Grunting, she lowered herself to the terrain and rolled vigorously in the snow, grinding her back and withers into the powder. Lunging to her feet, she shook herself. A light dusting of diamond-like snow clung to her onyx hide like stars on the night sky. She wandered over to where Zanzibar lounged.
Good morrow, M'Lord. Please forgive our behaviour. We had not intended to bother thee with our petty quarrels. I hope thou be not displeased with us.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Mar 3, 2006 16:19:24 GMT -5
Lids flickered when the black mass obscurred his vision. Stag snapped up quickly. harks flicked towards her, the stag retained his regal appearance. her words filled his auds and he nodded to her.
Please miss, do not apolojize to me. You have a right to speak your mind and nothing went out of hand. Now please return to your previous plans, unless you would rather join me. Excuse me, but I am feeling a little energetic. The patron nodded and nickered to the rest of the herd. He winked at Bethlehem and whirled around, gliding off ina canter. 40 yards out he bucked, before galloping in uncoordianted circles(if you would even call them circles).
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Post by Allanon on Mar 3, 2006 23:59:09 GMT -5
Startled by the brujo's sudden departure, seraph's tiara shot into the air. Tresses, upset by her sudden movement, veiled the impish glint that shimmered within her occuli. Emitting a shrill whistle of excitement, Beth charged after the cavorting sovereign. Irons dug into the slick snow, using whatever purchase they found to propel her starless carcass across the topography. Sinews rippled beneath her taut silken hide as her pistons steadily ate up the distace between her and her quarry.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Mar 14, 2006 0:32:45 GMT -5
Harks flipped back against is' crown. The charging brod behind him was very surprising. He nature did not seem to follow in such play, yet he ran on. Going far enough, the golden bod slid and whirled around, facing the femme still charging at him. The others were still standing still and that annoyed him. Brute propelled forward, past the minx and gathered his speed as he ran at the other mares. With increasing speed, he galloped inbetween the pack of them. A shrewd nicker departed, his annoyance being heard. Standing around all day would leave them frozen and lonely. He voiced now or they would have to find themselves dinner for the wolves.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 14, 2006 0:52:02 GMT -5
When the stag rushed past her like a freight train, Beth tried to check her headlong rush. Hooves scrambled for purchase in the snow as her haunches tucked low under her bodice. Plumes of snow shot into the air as the femme came to a sliding halt. Rolling back, she picked up her lead at a brisk lope and headed for the tawny beast on the other side of the herd. Following his lead, she thundered through their midst, flicking her pennant in disgust at their absence of spirit. If we ever become as tiresome as these, cast us into the abyss or leave us to the wolves. Nay, thou shant find us sharing their fate, thought Beth as she strained to catch the brute. Even though the cold air stung her nares and constricted her chest, she was thoroughly enjoying the chance to stretch her legs.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Mar 14, 2006 0:59:26 GMT -5
Satisfied with his small exercise, the brute slowed, finally stoppinga nd arching to look at the mare. She definatly had spirit, worthy of compliments. Nares flared in and out as puffs of cold air flowed thorugh his bodied. Voids pricked high as he turned around to walk back to the mares. Brute nodded at Beth, smirking.
you do well to follow a lead femme. I am glad to see some spirit in this herd.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 14, 2006 1:12:01 GMT -5
Beth tried to ignore her pounding heart and gasping breath. Still jazzed from her frolic, daggers hardly touched the terra as she pranced through the snow. Pendulum swayed with her movements, lightly slapping her hocks. In a slightly cynical tone, she replied to the baron.
Obedience be the sign of a well-bred woman, M'Lord. As for our spirit, you have seen but a small measure of it. It only looks fine since our fellow ladies are a band of worthless nags who allow their youth to be put to shame by a femme twice their years.
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Mar 20, 2006 9:48:46 GMT -5
Kalli settled herself to watch the two before setting her delicate bod down to the sod. She sighed, and tucked her hooves under herself. The sky was gray with clouds, Kalli observed. She fae turned her gaze from the sky, to the ground. She grew board of inspecting it, and threw her body into the air, standing once again. She trotted around to warm her legs.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 24, 2006 18:12:54 GMT -5
Bethlehem cast her distant gaze over the herd. She watched the alabaster fae fidget, lying down, rising, and trotting. She was about to join the femme is a brisk trot when a chilling sound stopped her cold. The breeze had changed, carrying with it the faint echoing cry of wolf. Her swarthy hide flinched in spite of herself, the primitive call triggering her equally primative fear. She turned on dancing hooves to face the origin of the cry. Auricles, nares, and spheres all strained to collect data. She whiffed the air, snorting violently with disgust when she caught the rank smell of the filthy poachers.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Mar 25, 2006 20:06:06 GMT -5
Stag allowed is' nape to drape to the ground. Kissers found a patch of grass protruding from the blanket of melting snow. Harks perked to the snow-specked femmora tossing herself about. With amoouthful of greenage, the lord resumed his regal stance, watching over his harem. The quick movements of Bethlehem caused him to stir. He found the cry and stared into the distance. Occulis sharpened to see better. His thoughts affirmed, he whinnied loudly, tossing his crown into the air. Fores lifted off the ground, whirling him towards the herd. Pounding the ground with is' landing, he signaled the herd to move. Harks pinned and he went to a fluent trot until he reahced all of them. He knew Bethlehem would obey.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 27, 2006 17:50:02 GMT -5
A single hark flicked towards the sovereign as she heard his commanding neigh, but otherwise she remained still as stone. A perimeter of white framed chocolate optics, betraying the fear that constricted her heart. Vivid pink showed through flared paperthins. Peripherals revealed the buff stag snaking towards her, but the fear that strangled her heart was wrapping its deadly tendrils around her limbs. It was only when the stag was a length away that she blinked, shutting out the world and its demons. Femme whirled about on shaky quarters and bolted off away from the source of the howls. She threw an angry buck, flailing at imaginary terrors nipping at her heels as well as loosening the cords fear wrapped about her limbs. Auds turned back to listen for approaching predators and she heard the motions of the herd behind her.
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Mar 30, 2006 14:37:39 GMT -5
The female continued to trot around. She stopped suddenly as a dreaded note to any horse touched her ears. She raised herself to full hight (without going off the ground)and drank in the air greedily, wanting to make sure her suspicions were right, or wrong. She finally found it. She saw Bethlehem speed away, and turned to follow her. She raced to the herd, seeking shelter. Eyes ablaze with, not so much fear, but anger, and hate. She had her reasons. Finally, after reaching safety she relaxed her tense mussels slightly. Her white coat was beginning to become wet, turning it a shade darker.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 30, 2006 17:50:08 GMT -5
Bethlehem checked her mad dash at the far side of the herd once she could no longer hear any sounds of pursuit behind her. A sticky foam of white lather clung to glistening haunches and boa. Nervous rattling breaths fluttered her nares and sent plumes of swirling condensation tumbling through the air. For a few moments Beth remained fidgety, irons up snapping with each dancing motion of her limbs. With time, she regained a small measure of composure, though her teeth still grated together with nerves. She spoke aloud to herself, not even noticing that she was doing so.
If only He could see us now. His sides would split from laughing. Can we imagine what He would say? 'Thy hue be naught but a shroud to conceal the white heart thou doth posess. How one so pathetic entered our herd We will never know.'
Beth's vision misted over with tears of anger, but she quickly banished them away with a stamp of her foreflint.
How dare He pass judgement on us when He was oblivious to our past! No right to do such a thing. We have our reasons. Can still hear the clicking teeth and snapping jaws, feel the hot breath on our heels. We won't allow that to happen, not again. Never again.
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