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Post by ponymad on Jul 16, 2006 15:10:23 GMT -5
Rose grey bod entered the soggy scene. Ash still layed on the charred ground, even though the flames and the rain had stopped. What would it be next? A raid of mosquitoes? Maybe you never know. Shaking her white and rose tiara she nipped at a few snippets of grass that where green through the black and grey.
There where many other mares around her, calling for men to come. Why couldn't they just stand there and be pacient? Not create such a racte? Man it gave her a migrane! Shaking her tiara once more she snorted, looking up to the sky and wishing. Wishing that someone would show her another road. And not the one she had been travelling for years. |
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Post by Hazel on Jul 17, 2006 12:53:54 GMT -5
[ Darn, kinnehs done another plot with moi, but I have the perfect stag for this wierdo mare, I love your new charry, not desperate. ]
Snorting, the light silvery pelt of a morgan plodded tranquilly towards the edge of the cliff. Not to jump, oh no, but to gaze down upon those many livid souls that had fell tho thier deaths. He snorted, many killed themselves, and why? It was such a waste, why destroy your only chance to live, to love and to frolic blissfully through the meadows. He snorted. Azreal was a spiritual stag, known for his peacful ways, against, a waste, but only of his muscular barrel, not of a life. No, Azreal perfered to keep lives, unless, that is, that life enjoyed taking others. Murder was never an option for anyone crossing the path of that strange, morgan equine....
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Post by Pony NLI on Jul 19, 2006 8:45:30 GMT -5
Snorting, she wheeled round quickly as the stag came up to the cliff. The stag looked as if he was going to jump, just thinking about it. BUt why should she help? She didn't even know who the bloody hell this stag was. Shrugging, she shook her rose grey tiara, before letting her pools settle on the stag once more.
Pain shot through her head as she had shook her tiara. Shaking the head did not help when one had a migrane, she knew that. Whickering silently, she stayed still, not uttering a word to this stag. When suddenly she opened her mug letting words out.
Hi! Im Elona, pleased to meet you! What be your name?
Her full on attitude had scared many others away from her, but why be so sullen when you can make new friends? What aload of rubbish! Yes she may be a confused, secretive mare, but why miss out on all the fun? Now that would just be plain stupid! |
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Post by Hazel on Jul 22, 2006 15:05:38 GMT -5
He snorted and flickered his audes as the mare firstly nickered to herself, he could see her shaking her head out of the corner of his eye. Then she spoke. She hadnt appeared like the sort of mare that would openly shout her name to a strange brute, yet he didnt show it. Blocking out the mysterious side of his soul, Azrael turned and smiled to the stranger. He tossed back his mane doefully and took a few steps towards her.
"Pleased to meet you too. I am Azrael."
He smiled at the grey mare and shook his own silver pelt, stepping towards her, contented.
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Post by ponymad on Jul 24, 2006 4:11:26 GMT -5
Snorting, she stood still, but always pawing at the ahen ground. This stag was weird, he didn't talk that much. Oh well, she didn't even know him yet!
Sorry, I'm a bit mental at the moment. Nice name.
Damn it! She had to go and say that! So what if she was a bit deluded in the head? Did that matter to anyone? Did it? Rearing up playfully, she nipped the stag gently on the withers, before standing still. What would he do? Would he hurt her? Play with her? Or just go away and ignore her. She did not know as she did not read minds. Tossing her tiara back, she grew nervous of what he was going to do to her. Her. The mental mare! |
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Post by Hazel on Jul 24, 2006 4:58:17 GMT -5
He grinned at her and shook his mane. She was wierd, but friendly. And he liked that. Most mares were either too shy or all over a stag, and he hated that. Mare yelling the three words to anyone that followed annoyed the hell out of him. As she nipped him, he simply laughed and reared, bring himself down to nip at her mane playfull,y tugigng ast her forelock gently. He let go and shook his head, laughing as he did."Wow, if your crazy I must be dead! I seem to have gone to heaven!" He joked, nuzzling her chin with a lopsided smile. "Your the friendliest mare ive ever met Elona, and I must say, thats a pretty name too!" He nudged her and began to walk, whinniny for her to walk by his side he tossed his mane in sheer joy at meeting the mare. She was great fun, he was sure they would be great friends.
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Post by ponymad on Jul 24, 2006 5:20:20 GMT -5
Chuckling, she reared up high, her rose grey bod glistening in the sun. It was still Spring and she was still in heat, she would have to watch out. This stag may be just playing with her, but she doubted that. Laughing, she lipped at his mane, before nipping him lightly on the withers again. Nuzzling him on the neck she opened her mug again.
And I am glad I met you Azrael, you have shown me a new path in life! Thankyou.
Nuzzling him kindly on the mug she reared up oonce more. Listening to his words she blushed abit but youy couldn't see it. Or so she hoped. Nickering to him in retuurn, she quickly caught up with him, walking by his side. Tail was loosely hung, as she did not want to seem like she was begging for a foal. As she did not want one yet. But then her musles ached after awhile if you kept your banner claped against your butt all the time. So it could not be helped that some stench escaped. |
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Post by Hazel on Jul 24, 2006 5:27:32 GMT -5
He smiled and nudged her as she walked with him. His banner flickered up to rid himself of the pesks. He gently whipped his withers with his ebon streaks. His tossed back his mane and snorted doefully, smiling at her. The scent that she emitted enticed him but he ignored it. He was friends with mares more than stags, so he was sued to it by now. Besides, he didnt want to be a father unless he loved his mate, never till then would he breed. He liked this mare enough - as a friend - and wouldnt want to hurt or scare her. He began to trot happily, knees lifting high with each beat and crest arching handsomly.
"New path m'lady? By this im guessing others have not greeted you so warmly?"
He asked, wondering if otherd had been mean to her due to her 'craziness'. She didnt seem mad, but perhapse he had to know her longer. At the moment she just seemed overly happy.
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Post by ponymad on Jul 24, 2006 5:36:44 GMT -5
She tensed up for a bit, before relaxing when she knew that Azrael was not going to breed her. Nickering gently, she listened to his words. Shaking her tiara she rid the flys that swarmed near her pools of golden brown. Nuzzling him on the shoulder she opened her mug once more.
No many had not, just because of my over excited welcome. Its just because I get excited when I make new, good friends. But they would know that I calm down if they spent more time with me.
Sighing, she hoped that it would not scare Azrael away, for what she said was the truth. For the truth was always the best at the moment for her. It was now that she had calmed down. Looking at Azrael and then to the sky, she thanked God for leting her meet the wonderful stag. Now she hoped that Azrael would remain good friends with her. |
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Post by Hazel on Jul 24, 2006 8:08:09 GMT -5
He nodded, understanding. Maybe didnt like him as he was too placid and kidnly, often mares 'loved' him, but he was truthful and told them he didnt feel the same, often casuing friendships to break and tear apart. Sometimes he thought it would be better to find a mate and stick with it and others would leave the handsom brute alone. She thought back on Sky, the beautiful grey mare he had met. He felt something for her, more so than ever before. She was the first he thought he could ever grow to love. But he doubted she liked him, it was wierd. He just felt...strange at liking another equine. he blocked it out and grinned at his new friend. "Ill stay to get to know you Elona, I promsie. Us freaks gotta stick together!" He joked, hoping she wouldnt take offense at what he had just called her. He blushed and shook his head, slowly slightly. "Sorry..you 'aint a freak.. He said, aalughing nervously. God, that feeling arose again, towards this mare. What was wrong with him? He tried hard to push it away, but it didnt help...
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Post by ponymad on Jul 24, 2006 11:36:22 GMT -5
Sighing happily, she lipped at his tassels in a kind way. Man this stag was so...so wonderful! He was fun, caring, but still had that mystirious side to him. Feelings grew for him every moment that she spent with him, but she pushed it down. So that it would not show on her face. Whickering gently to him, she nuzzled his mug, which hers opened.
Azreal you are not a freak. You could never be a freak in my eyes. Never. So lift you head up high and carry it proud! For that is whome you really are.
Snorting, she placed her tiara under his skull, gently pushing upwards she removed it once more. Nudging him on the withers, she stepped back, wondering what he would do next. |
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Post by Hazel on Jul 24, 2006 12:05:21 GMT -5
He grinned at her and laughed merrily. He put his front feet tigether and lifted his crest as high as it could go. His banner raised happily and swayed gently in the breeze. He snorted and grinned at her, then relaxed once more after his exaggerated version of 'holding your head high'.
"Hey, I love being a freak, differnt, you know? And im definatly proud of being..well, me!"
He grinned and gaze a slow canter in a circle around her, then returned to her side, nuzzling her boa.
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Post by ponymad on Jul 24, 2006 12:12:36 GMT -5
Laughing, grin was held on her mug as he did the "hold your head up high". Smiling at him she nipped him lightly on the rump before reared up playfully. This stag was one that she could have a bit of fun with. Not the others that just wanted to breed and breed and breed and have no pleasure in life. Sod that! Opening her mug to let lively words out.
Freaks are nicer, much funner then us normal beings!
Laughing she held her head proudly, banner high forgeting about the stench that freely came out of her ass. Lipping at his tassels she nibbled at his withers. Man, did her feelings soar for this guy! No one else had ever treated her this way! Not even her own parents! But for now she kept her feelings hidden....for thats what they where, hidden feelings.............. |
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Post by Hazel on Jul 24, 2006 12:22:59 GMT -5
[ for the new horse - 15.4 is the same as 16 hh, by the way, lol ]
He snorted happily then breathed inwards, He choked, her scent drawing him closer. It wasnt faint like other mares, but her banner was high and inticing. Did she want him to mount? Well he wanst going to, he wanst that sort of guy. He forced himself to 'be good' and nuzzled her, nodding, then gav#ze her a serious glance.
"Yer...Eer, no offense, but do you mind? Its just too much to bear realy, you see..."
He gave her rump a nervous glance and grinned nervously. Wierd thing was, he actualy wanted to mount her. Which was strange, he usualy didnt care for breeding, or mares, or love. But this time...
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Post by ponymad on Jul 24, 2006 12:35:15 GMT -5
Auds pricked, she quickly clamped her banner down after listening to his words. Standing still her apolygetic pools caught his in a glance. She dipped her tiara nervously as she pawed the moist ground. Looking back over to Azrael she looked at him in that "Im sorry but...." way. Mug opened once more to let more words seep out.
Im sorry, I just forget sometimes. I get carried away, im sorry!
Snorting quickly she nudged him on the boa. She started to groom him on his withers, it was to say sorry. BUt maybe it ment something more........
OCC|| Im so sorry my muze has gone walkies! and im so stupid lol! |
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