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Post by fullmoon on Mar 18, 2006 16:07:51 GMT -5
Name: Raven's Feather
Age: 4 years
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 15.2
Sex: stallion
He could feel his heart beating. It thumped wildly against his chest.
oh, let this go well... That kept running through his mind, and he kept looking up at the sky. He was twitching. Stop that , you idiot. It'll be fine.
He flipped his tail, which went against what he'd just ordered himself. You'd better get here soon, my love, or I'm going to go insane. He tossed his head and again scolded himself.
Feather waited. Which was a thing he was horrible at.
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Post by ponymad on Mar 18, 2006 16:14:35 GMT -5
Name: Autumn Falls
Age: 5
Breed:Thoughbred X Mustang X Palomino
Height: 15.1hh
Sex:Mare
Nickering softly she nuzzled Feather on his rump as she entered the clearing. Snorting she stood stock still. Lifting her banner out of the way for him, she let the scent waft from her as the pain from heat stabbed at her.
I'm ready when you are m'love.
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Post by fullmoon on Mar 26, 2006 17:20:51 GMT -5
Feather swallowed, nerves swallowing him. He approached her, giving her a nuzzle before he began, and then mounted her, thrusting with gentle love until he was sure his seed had found its way into her. This would seal their fate forever, this foal. And it made him so happy...
"It's done, Fall..." he whinnied quietly.
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Post by ponymad on Apr 4, 2006 14:26:30 GMT -5
Snorting she waited untill it was done as beads of sweat started to form. Licking Feather on the maw she pulled him into a horsey hug before drinking from a stream. Whikering she pranced around Feather, oh how joyful was she oh how she was.
Feather shouldn't we be getting back to the Mountians? As I haven't seen the beta or Freedom around lately......
Nuzzling him on the withers she sighed gently. resting her skull on his back. |
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Post by fullmoon on Apr 5, 2006 15:31:17 GMT -5
Still caught in the velocity of the moment, Feather's head boobed, though he hardly listened to the aactual words. "Okay..."
He trod his way over to the stream, and wet his thirst. His mouth had gone dry, and they had a ways to go back to the mountains. Black head tossed back, droplets scattering on the dust. Their impression soon faded, but they had been there, like a mark that Feather and Fall were now a single soul.
"Alright, let's go." Hooves stepped away from the place they sealed their envolope.
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