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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 6, 2007 0:09:06 GMT -5
Evening had settled in quite fittingly at the faithful mountains. All that could be seen were the two faint silhouettes like welded shadows against the ashen view of the textured slope.
Bright Magick led her soon-to-be mate here, and hoped he'd agree to her plan. After all, Black Magic had died once but was miracuously saved.
Magick stopped at a large, elegant rock, that jutted randomly at the sky. She awaited Magic to follow her to the secluded area.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 6, 2007 0:39:28 GMT -5
He troted over to her, the area was beatuful in the evening. "Why are we here?" he asked solumly, not even knowing where he was.
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 6, 2007 0:59:04 GMT -5
Magick leaned close to his nape, sniffing in the aroma of his tassel.
"Oh silly stag," she began prudely. Her expression morphed into a serious phase. "I am here to denounce ourselves as official mates," she stated, her gaze dropping to the bottom of her flints. She pawed nervously. "Do you accept my offer....to me, by eternal mate?"
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 6, 2007 20:46:25 GMT -5
He could not help but turn away, his face burning, but he managed to look at her "i accept" he said, and looked at her hoping his gaze would catch hers.
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 7, 2007 1:16:22 GMT -5
It wasn't long until a warm smile had breached Magick's ashen face. She turned towards the land, and nodded her crown in satisfaction. She noticed his bashful gesture.
"Is something the matter, Magic?" she questioned.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 7, 2007 9:59:59 GMT -5
He too nodded his crown to her and nuzzled her as he had seen other stags do to there maress. "Nothing is the matter now" he said, his voice full of spirit.
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 8, 2007 2:40:14 GMT -5
Magick nodded. She suddenly felther attitude becoming more heavy and outbursting. She turned to Magic, concerned.
"Shouldn't we...find a terra?" she asked nervously. There was no doubt that behind her quivering voice, she knew something was coming, she had felt it before.
Her scent slowly changed to a desirable trait. Immediately, she noticed Black Magic's attention drawing to her. The undeniable scent of a mare in heat was beginning to spread.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 8, 2007 9:44:16 GMT -5
Magic looked at her with concerned eyes. "What is the matter Magick?" But then he smelt her scent. Impulses to breed tried to take over, but he fought them back easly. He knew how other stallions get when they smelled a mare in heat. "I agree." his voice too quivered out of fear for Magick.
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 9, 2007 1:31:57 GMT -5
Magick began a long trot down the sloping hill. Her harks pricked in all directions, before she reared to an abrupt stop.
The scent of her pheromones seemed to emit at a more saturated pace. She glanced nervously at Magic.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 9, 2007 19:18:37 GMT -5
He stoped slightly infront of her. "Is there anything i can do?" He said, not knowing anything about a mare in heat other then other stallions can force mares when they are in heat.
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 9, 2007 23:52:30 GMT -5
Bright Magick hesitated.
"Maybe we should head to the darkened stables," Magick suggested, as she trotted away.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 10, 2007 0:04:18 GMT -5
He troted infront of her again. "Yes, yes, mabey we should. Would you like to have a foal, magick, or would you just like to get rid of the smell. " at the end of his sentence he felt a pang of sadness. If she only wanted to get out of heat then she would be useing him, unless she wanted a foal.
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 10, 2007 20:44:55 GMT -5
Bright Magick stared at him, surprised and puzzled.
"Of course I want to foal!" she cried aloud. Her eyes softened at him. "I've been waiting for this time." Her wafting scent lingered towards the stallion.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 11, 2007 1:40:02 GMT -5
He stared back at her eyes full of joy. "You truly are a wounderful, unselfish (sp) mare Magick." he said and nuzzled her "I owe you a lot for being mine.", he held back his stallion impulses easly as her smell filled his nares. He picked up a trot heading for the breeding grounds, excited for what wouls come next
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