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Post by Nightshades Whispers on Jan 27, 2007 3:03:34 GMT -5
Stormy Scene 4 beated to the outskirts of the terra. Gingerly she stepped over. Her scent would flow freely through the terra, to the stag. She slowed to a 3 beat. Her nares flickered as she searched around her. She had not been forced to come here. That was one mark for the stag.
Scene continued to canter until she hit a small incline. She stood ontop the hill, the wind whipping her tail and mane back.
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Post by ashley314 on Jan 28, 2007 0:44:59 GMT -5
Masculine dial shot up, from the ground. Harks flickered back and fourth catching the sounds carried with the wind. So Scene had finally arrived. Good. Now he had three minxs to be exact. First was Love, then Ashin, now Scene. Pretty soon he would have to introduce them all and give out positions. Well he better get going or the vix would most likely get impatient. Muscular frame moved towards the femme at a steady trot. Skull was held high in leadership as Blade made his way over to Scene.
Stilts halted in front of her. Head bobbled slightly in greeting. “Lo Scene…..I see you found your way to my lair finally” he hissed, lyrics were sarcastic and teasing. Whipcord slashed harshly against his rump as Blade awaited an answer from the mare. |
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Post by Nightshades Whispers on Jan 28, 2007 1:39:04 GMT -5
Scene turned around to face Blade, {Lo Blade. I took my time. What was the hurry??? You didn't need me straight away.} She replied. Tones were sarcastic and vile. He tail flicked hitting her rump. Scene lowered her dila to snip at the blades beneath her feet. Eyes remained on Blade.
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Post by Nightshades Whispers on Mar 9, 2007 6:32:59 GMT -5
*bump*
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Post by ashley314 on Mar 31, 2007 12:54:44 GMT -5
The brujo’s audits lay sewn to his skull, as he listened intently to the minx’s words. “You’re right….I didn’t need you right away…but I was quite worried that another stallion had snatched you up for themselves” he hissed, each word was carefully picked and dripped with sarcasm. Flints lightly padded the ground as the brute carried himself into a slow walk. Once Blade completed a circle around the vix, he stopped at her rump. “Now I hope this doesn’t hurt Scene” he cooed teasingly. Lips curled back, and ivories almost like a canine’s teeth, bit into her flesh. A large moon shaped crescent lay upon her skin. “Now if I do say so myself that is a fine looking claiming mark…hmmm what do you think” he hissed with a smirk. |
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