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Post by Lakota on Oct 20, 2005 19:37:48 GMT -5
Pillars burned with the satisfaction of t'e run, 'er barrel slightly 'eaving as she slid to a halt next to 'im.
'Twas nice. I havn't run like that since I was but a filla.
A nicker escaped 'er mug as she nipped at 'is lambrums once more.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Oct 20, 2005 19:41:29 GMT -5
Then at this rate thou shalt develop far more muscle than the others. No such runs and thou can still keep such a fine form. 'E chuckled slightly, ivories scraping 'er shoulder tenderly.
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Post by Lakota on Oct 20, 2005 19:44:26 GMT -5
Orbs rolled, a playful smirk apon 'er mug.
Ah, so then how did you do so?
She smiled deeply at 'er own joke.
(OOC: Get it? Eh? Ok. I must stop these ooc's... hehe)
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Post by D'Artagnan on Oct 20, 2005 19:49:39 GMT -5
Enjoying the flattery, 'e lifted 'is gaze to meet 'ers.
My brute strength is born of my travels. Gradually I increase the distance I cover at a gallop.
And 'is endurance had obviously flourished with 'is training regime. 'E now seldom travelled at slower gaits unless 'e had fulfilled 'is daily quota.
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Post by Lakota on Oct 20, 2005 19:56:51 GMT -5
I agree, and give you no doubts! She peered into 'is orbics, a smile present apon them.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Oct 21, 2005 15:45:24 GMT -5
'E held 'er gaze, contentment creasing the corners of 'is occuli. 'E enjoyed the sunny presence of the fae, and the two were able to feed off each other's joie de vivre. 'E nipped gently at 'er crest, moving slowly down to groom 'er withers, enamels massaging 'er pelt.
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Post by Lakota on Oct 21, 2005 21:05:34 GMT -5
As 'e groomed 'er, she turned, grooming 'im. She wished not to be without D'Artagnan. She enjoyed 'is presance. 'E made 'er feel safe. She was alone no more. Or so she hoped. She 'ad gone without anyone for almost three summers of 'er life, spending most of 'er time shadowed and hidden away, though never distancing 'erself from the allience 'er mother 'ad taught 'er of - that of the Lights.
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Post by Forte on Oct 22, 2005 19:52:00 GMT -5
The new soul stood in the shadows, peering down apon stallion and fae. His heart ached with that of not being loved... He wished he had a fae to love. Though he be Nuetral, he be Darker than most.
My, that fae is lovely, though his Dark side.
But she is his, said his Light.
He always had a battle between his two sides. He wished he could pick one already.
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Post by Lakota on Oct 22, 2005 23:21:20 GMT -5
D'Artagnan's back facing away from the place where the stallion stood, Lakota saw 'im instantly.
D'Artagnan...
Her lambrums lurched foward, orbics wide with fear, she stood stalk still. Somthing was wrong about this stallion. 'E was staring right at 'er, a smirk one moment, then a look of worry the next as he battled the sides inside of 'im.
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Post by Forte on Oct 23, 2005 13:06:44 GMT -5
Now found, he scowled at himself. He wished not to be seen. He flattened his auds, ivories bared the stag. His Dark side was taking him over. But, what had the stag done yet? Nothing. It should be easy to at least seperate the two... He smirked at the fae's fear.
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Post by Lakota on Oct 23, 2005 14:13:35 GMT -5
Watching 'is smirk, she quickly stood tall. Still wary about the new equiius, she did not take her eyes off the stag. She did not want to be caught unaware. She waited for D'Artagnan's actions.
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Post by Sinistra /darkness claims me/ on Oct 24, 2005 10:42:08 GMT -5
The ess assailed the ground with 'er daggers, a bellow sent forth to those who 'ad forgotten 'er presence.
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Post by Forte on Oct 24, 2005 15:04:31 GMT -5
Gaze was throne to the ashen fae. A smirk mingled apon his mug. Ah, this stag had two mares...
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Post by Sinistra /darkness claims me/ on Oct 24, 2005 18:05:36 GMT -5
Gust of anger rushed from 'er heated flares, voids dancing with malice.
I belong to no one. she hissed savagely and with scorn I find thee a tad presumptuous.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Oct 24, 2005 19:03:21 GMT -5
'E stood closer to Lakota, occuli trained 'pon the new brute with thinly veiled mistrust. Vocals sent into motion, crown angled towards the maiden beside 'im.
Do not fear 'im. 'E shall not seek conflict if 'e is worth 'is salt.
An amused grin was cast from the new stag to the ferrous fae, eager to see if the stag could handle the moody and often hostile Sinistra.
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