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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Apr 9, 2007 13:02:41 GMT -5
A great stag loped into the land. He let out a low call for his mate.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Apr 9, 2007 13:12:36 GMT -5
Mentira Hermosa cantered into the land like a dressage horse doing a extended canter. Rearing she let out a call back to her mate even though he was not standing beside her. Her fumes wafted into the breeze, how she came into season, she did not know but she did and that was all that mattered. A low nicker excaped her as she landed, a sqweel then was emited. She was very talkative at that time..... She troted into the stables and fliked her banner at him, telling him one simple comand: Come. As she stood ready at the closes stall to the door she half reared again of excitemint. This stag had good bloodlines and she had one of the best bloodlines around. Together there foal wether it be a colt of filly would spread fear into the hearts of all they meet. There foal will one day be the most powerfull of all and end this war by defeating the lights and neurals with the help of his soon to be loyal followers. As Mentira Hermosa thouth these thoughts in her head she half reared again and waited impatiantly to feel the stag breed to her.
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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Apr 9, 2007 13:20:27 GMT -5
Dancer calmly followed his mate he bumped gently into her rump
and flicked his tail. He gently mounted and got into breeding
position, bred, then slowly dismounted. He nipped her flanks
gently and pushed hit nose into her withers. Dancer looked
deep into her orbs. He was excited about their first foal.
{So how did I do?}
He smirked as he let his hissing chords make their way to her
auds.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Apr 9, 2007 13:37:32 GMT -5
She smirked right back at him. and lowered her tail, still thinking about the foal "You did good," she hissed sarcasticly and backed out of the small broken down stall witht he glass in the window clowded over by cobwebs and the dirt floor covered by a half moldy dusty straw. She looked around her mind thinking about the stables now... It was a small place, only 5 stalls, 2 of them rectangular will wooden feeding boxes nailed down and one box stall next the them, With a small broken down door and four horse shoes hanging over the side of the door. It was nothing special, there were 2 stalls acrosed from the others, all the same size, but with out a front wall. The front of the barn was two other stalls and two old tack rooms. The two other stalls did not have fronts and were filled with half moldy square bales. One tack room was just as bad as one of the stalls, moldy hay scattered over the floor and 7 or so anciant saddles sat on wooden saddle racks nailed to the wall, mostly western saddles with about 3 bridles. The other tack room was in better shape with one open bag half filled with old mousey oats and 8 or so old western saddles covered in dust, a few terrible halters and lead ropes. The second tack room also had a english saddle, also covered in dust and not that nice, and 3 or 4 bridles with various sets of reins scattered about on the floor. No horse ever chanced going into a tack room. Beside the door of the first tack room was a set of stairs that went up into a hay loft filled also with worse hay and old drawing covering in layers over layers of dust. She liked it it had a homly feeling. On either end of the barn was a big sliding door stuck with years of rot and rust. No equine yet had dared to venture out the back, afraid of what they might find. She started walking, but just to be different she headed tword the back, just to see what was back there.................
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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Apr 9, 2007 13:54:31 GMT -5
Daring Dancer pinned a paperthin and pricked the other. He
watched carefully as Mentria Hermosa studied the ramshackle
barn its old and moldy saddles in the tack rooms, and the smell
of ancient grime and moldy, dry, straw-like grass that the two-
leggeds called hay was dense. He rolled his eyes as dust flew
into them when he gently stamped his dagger, testing how much
the flooring could hold.
{Dosn't smell too good does it...but I guess you'd get used to it..}
He followed his mate to the back of the barn. He spotted a dog.
Its ugly smooshed face was dirty and its hazy eyes filled with
straw from the bedding it was sleeping on. He saw a slight foam
at its mouth but it defiantly was just old, not diseased. He
wondered if it was dead or not. The dogs moldy tan color could
hardly be seen under the dirt apon it.
Dancer slipped in front of Mentria Hermosa and snorted at the dog -
nothing. He blew the dirt off of it and stood back. The stag
tossed his dial wildly and pinned the other aud. He stamped a
hoof, which went right through. He struggled to pull it back up
and frantically looked at the wolf-like dog to see if it had awoken.
He eventually pulled his dagger free of the hole in the boards.
His leg was scraped and bleeding a bit but it was nothing
serous. He reared to test his hooves and make sure they were
fine. Once he was certain they were he landed and stood beside
his mate and studied the rest of the barn.....
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Post by devilsadvocate on Apr 9, 2007 14:00:03 GMT -5
She did not wait for him to finish, she just started to walk back out to the barn, but her sceces held her back suddenly. The whites of her eyes rolled to the front of her head and she spun around wildly trying to get away she galloped out of the barn her mate supposidly following her, she was heading back to his land but again stoped suddenly and waitind for her mate to find her.
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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Apr 9, 2007 14:03:55 GMT -5
Dancer loped easily behind her, they were running at different
gates but Dancer's long powerful stride that let him leap to take
each stride let him stay with her. He sollowed her back to his
terra.
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