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Post by stitchedskull on Dec 31, 2005 17:57:59 GMT -5
He bolted onward as he saw her running beside him, before locking his forelegs and holding them out before him, driving them through the earth. A large cloud of dust rose as he haulted suddenly and turned to bolt away again, head thrown back witha defiant cry as he looked over his shoulder and pulled himself to a standstill once more.
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Post by ponymad on Dec 31, 2005 18:05:29 GMT -5
Smirking she followed on silently. Keeping on his trail she let out a scream for all to hear. More like a stags trumpet of a challenge. Snorting to keep the dust from entering her system, she carried on untill the dust was settling. Seeing Saws dark shadow in the think curtain of dust she moved steathly behind him. Nipping him on his rump and then standing beside him. |
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Post by stitchedskull on Dec 31, 2005 18:17:58 GMT -5
A startled nicker sounded as he jumped slightly by her sudden nip. The earth was painfully wounded by a gash with his dagger. Banner flipped softly as he rid his boa of a fly. Gazers watched Dancer beside him, softened from teh cold coal the he watch strangers with.
"Where shall we be off to, miss?"
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Post by Kindred Blue on Jan 1, 2006 9:17:43 GMT -5
Times past had held dark memories, he knew as much. The stallion's innate 'sixth sense' easily let him see past the rocks and barbs that hid the truths fom eyes that did not care to know. The eagle had seen that he should come here for a reason, that was to be seen as clear as day, before his wandering hazel eyes. A loud cry as the bird that guided his only path flew from the shelters of the bushes and undergrowth, to hover near the edge of the cliff.
A large intake of breath was snuffed out again in a cloud of cold air, that hovered gently by his nose before fading back to where it began. The stallions eyes saw not only what was hidden, but was was seen by all - and he knew that, by the feeling those strangers on the cliff had given him, he may not be welcome. But his guide had never been wrong before, and he could not risk to stop believing now.
Cautiously, he moved his lithe mustang body out of the shadows he had hidden so well in, to follow the lines his eagle had laid for him to follow. He walked like any other, mahongany legs moving at an even and paced speed, as his hooves clipped the tough ground lightly. The horse-shoe shaped scar upon his thigh was plain to be seen, as it bore into his side, a permanent memory of everything he had forgotten. He glanced to the strangersonly once, before staring ahead again.
He reached the cliffside and stod tall, looking over the tumbling sea below him. The eagle cried out once more and circled his head, as his tail and short mane ruffled in the wind. The sense of the wilderness gripped his heart - and though he was wary of these strangers, he let his cautious drop away. Pulling up onto his muscular back legs, the great stallion reared and neighed a magnificent call - a call laced with the song of the eagle.
Pure wild.
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Ohyeah! It feels great to be back n___n
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