The first mare.

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A delicate but nimble stallion loped easily through his own terra.

His own smell countering the smell of its previous Lead stag. He

looked behind him to see a beautifully evil Vixen following close

behind. They would have many foals to carry out his name and

hers. He could tell by a certain sparkle in her eye that she

wanted that to happen too. Dancer smirked. He bucked, careful

not to kick the mare then lengthened his stride.


The dust that had been kicked up by the fun soon settled down

and Dancer could breath easy again. He turned to look at the

mare.

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Mentira Hermosa cantered in following the handsome brute ahead of her. God she loved her stag, in a dark way. She balked a bit when he kicked out but did not slow her pace much. She stoped dead in her tracks rearing up to the sky, thrashing her daggors in the air above her claiming this land as part hers part her stags.

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He looked at her waiting for her approval. He stamped a dagger

making his Imprint on the land. He had forgotten to Imprint

it. He reared slightly higher than the mare. He would welcome

any new stags willing to join but they must follow his rules.

Dancer parted his kissers and let out a low hissing sound.


{So what do you think?}


He asked. Dancer waited while his mate looked over the land.

He would wait for her to respond then he would ask her if she

wanted to go to the Darkened Stables. She might decline but

there was always next time.

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She stared the land down, pawing testing the earth under her feet. She liked how there were patches of grass for her young foal to be, to graze on, yet a dark land where her foal would grow a small black heart in the place of his old one. She nickered darkly and brought her hoof down beside where his was. Leaving another claiming mark in the land, showing him that she liked the land.

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Dancer wattched carefully as Mentria Hermosa lay her hoof down

beside his Imprint. He nickered and chuckled in his Dark

way. Dancer pranced and reared up high once more, holding his

pose for a long five seconds, daggers slicing the cold air that held

the unmistakable aura of Darkness, then landed gently and

stood quietly. Slowly he parted his kissers once more and asked

the hardest question of all.


{Do you know what the next step is?}


He hissed and without waiting for a responce he added.


{How about taking a walk to the Darkened Stables?}


He watched her closly through his untangled forelock. He blinked,

and again, and again, waiting for her response. He pawed the

earth and looked at the dirt the had left their mark in. It was

scratched, and pawed, and stepped on, but to Dancer, and

hopefully to his mate, it looked proper. Those scratches of pawed

earth would eventually go away, but the Imprints would last

forever.

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She threw her head up in a halfhearted attempt to be excited and walked over to her mate, walking past him saying "Lead the way, oh dark lord" she laughed evily, slowly and in a moderate tone. She flicked her tail on his sholder and stoped, waiting for him to go forward.

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He also laughed in a Devilish way. He tossed his Crown and

walked towards the Darkened Stables. He waited for herto follow

and as soon as he knew she would follow he walked off.




(sorry I cant type much I have my baby cousin on my lap)

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(He he he)could you make the thread in the stables

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(yep)