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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 21, 2005 0:37:03 GMT -5
daggers thumped the ground as a swift mustang came into view from the hidious fog that arose from the ground, the bone chillin wind came upon her face makin her close her brown orbs as she stopped upon an empty land nickering a soft melody for she was lonly.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 21, 2005 20:12:45 GMT -5
Lonesome melody reached 'is pointed auds and 'e raised 'is regal crown to observe the source. Orbs fix 'pon the maiden and a soft harmony released in reply, larynx trembling at 'is subtle vocals.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 21, 2005 20:26:59 GMT -5
she nickered insistingly towards him, calling him to come forth and comfront himself.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 21, 2005 20:29:41 GMT -5
Treble beat gathered by 'is pale aurous columns as 'e approached. A slight bow of the dial was given. Greetings. I am D'Artagnan of lights. And thy nomenclature may be?
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 21, 2005 20:32:19 GMT -5
she nodded in respect "my dubbance is Midnite spear" she said in a soft voice but yet swift enough for him to hear.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 21, 2005 20:33:27 GMT -5
A noble name for a seemingly noble ess. 'E flattered, a slight smirk playing 'pon 'is features.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 21, 2005 20:37:50 GMT -5
upon her kissers a slight smile came along... the wind blew gently through her silky mane and tail...
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 21, 2005 20:40:32 GMT -5
'E dipped 'is crown to snatch a mouthful of emerald spires, auds flicking lazily. The late sun danced 'pon 'is pale golden pelt, and 'e tossed 'is crown contentedly.
So, what brings thee here? 'E inquired innocently, chords relinquising their stillness.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 21, 2005 20:45:36 GMT -5
she opened her soft muzzle "a herd that no longer liked me abused...me" she spoke silently but the scaredness in her voice could be heard...
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 21, 2005 20:47:40 GMT -5
'E sensed 'er fear and drew closer protectively. We all had to leave our former lives for a reason. At least thine dost not incriminate thee. 'Is mind drifted to 'is former land and how 'is friends had ostracized 'im after the death, no murder, of 'is father.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 21, 2005 20:49:54 GMT -5
she shook her head "thy was the smallest der" she watched him step closer feeling a bit safer but fear could still be seen in her orbs...
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 21, 2005 20:58:24 GMT -5
'Is bulk towered o'er 'er inferior altitude, crown arched slightly to dwarf 'is height. Thou art safe 'ere. We were all misfits once, and now we reside in peace. 'Is lyrics broke at the mention of that, remembering 'is fight with Goldrush. Well, mostly in peace.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 21, 2005 21:00:16 GMT -5
a smile came upon her face... "peace... i like that" she said smirking. her bodice was yet petite to his larger yet bulkier size...
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 21, 2005 21:03:43 GMT -5
'E felt strangely comfortable in 'er presence. 'E 'ad long been in the presence of naught but Arabians, which made 'im feel significantly more drafter-like.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 21, 2005 21:06:07 GMT -5
she smiled swiftly again... feeling the warm sun on her coat... the bone chillin wind still made its way to her making her shiver a bit, but the fear was gone, she felt safe with D'Artagnan, he was large but size didtn matter... she smilled more
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