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Post by devilsadvocate on Mar 18, 2007 0:05:14 GMT -5
He shakes his head making sure this was real then said "Ok suite yourself, if you want to follow me around all the time then go ahead, but why would you want to " he hissed and stomped his hoof as though it was a habit.
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Post by Nightshades Whispers on Mar 18, 2007 0:11:29 GMT -5
Macabre stomped her own hoof and started walking.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Mar 18, 2007 0:13:12 GMT -5
He stomped his hoof right back"where do you think you are going" he hissed
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Post by Nightshades Whispers on Mar 18, 2007 0:18:28 GMT -5
"walking" She said back.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Mar 18, 2007 0:21:57 GMT -5
"Going to find a mate i presume?" he hissed and started to follow her.
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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Mar 20, 2007 15:54:10 GMT -5
Dancer looked at the mare. {I wasnt following you.....look Minx....did you want a herd or not?} He hissed. Dancer has sensed a non-important Dark out of the forest. He sensed he was taming Glistening Macrabre. Dancer had not given up but had just not wanted to bother with the ungrateful Fae any more.
(wanna move this to a different post...its getting kinda hard to post when there is two different things going on at the same time but different place...lol)
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Post by Nightshades Whispers on Mar 22, 2007 18:23:56 GMT -5
Macabre snorted. "Would it matter if I was?"
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Post by devilsadvocate on Mar 22, 2007 19:08:04 GMT -5
He snorted right back with her "Good luck, you will never find a stallion, more important then me," he smirked and moved off at a trot.
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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Mar 23, 2007 15:42:38 GMT -5
(so Im a little unsure.....are we moving this to a different post or are you leaving so its less complicated...your stag I mean..?)
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Post by devilsadvocate on Mar 25, 2007 14:38:49 GMT -5
(ya, just post your last post in a new thred and i will post back)
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Post by Nightshades Whispers on Mar 31, 2007 7:55:20 GMT -5
Macabre snorted. She didn't care about stags. She threw her head up and trotted off. To a new land.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Apr 2, 2007 22:23:45 GMT -5
He followed her quickly, carfull to keep a watch on her, "so i ask again, where are you going spacificly"
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Post by Nightshades Whispers on Jun 21, 2007 22:11:11 GMT -5
Macabre stopped and snorted. Her bay coat hitting the sun and shining wonderfully. Her suberbly shaped arabian head tilted to look at the stag. {I am going where I please. I am not held back by a stag after all.} Shey turned to face him. {Why Does it bother you?}
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