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Post by stitchedskull on Feb 18, 2006 0:31:01 GMT -5
Perhaps's the bronc's startlement was just as great as teh mare's. He saw her bolt, and for a moment he stood, trying to understand the process of things. Once he grapled the consept of hoof to side collision, he cantered after her. He gave a worried nicker, hoping she might her his confused cries of apology. once the mare herself faded into night, he only had to follow the shining crimson on teh cream sands, and the strong scent of femora. Eventually his gait slowed when he saw her, then stopped once she was near.
"Cigarette!" He cried loudly, auds back and eyes wide incase she were to flee or attack. "I am so sorry. I only tried to help... the-" He remembered agains she knew not of the flesh tearing thigns called bullets that broke his sky.
"I missed."
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Post by Meg on Feb 28, 2006 14:30:22 GMT -5
Finally pulling to a stop, she looked around, her orbs ringed with white from terror. Rearing, she let a ear-peircing cry out. Landing on the ground with a thud, her muscles quivered from exhaustion. She was covered with sweat. Her skin shivering, the blood oozing down her shoulder. She gave a soft whimper from the pain, and then looked up to the star that were clearing to a sunrise.
Her dail was tipped up, the drums pounding in her auds. Drum roll please! Welcome t... The announcer spoke in her auds. She pinned them down in anger. She saw a stag approach in the distance. She swung her hips around, hocking one hind talon in his direction so he would be warned she was no to messed with right then.[/sub][/color] ((Will add more later))
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Post by stitchedskull on Mar 13, 2006 20:24:15 GMT -5
(Are you going to add more?)
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Post by Meg on Mar 21, 2006 12:22:00 GMT -5
((No..I can't find anymore muse for her right now..))
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