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Post by Ashley on Apr 22, 2010 8:30:51 GMT 8
Juliet The young black mare took notice of the others she was here to meet Romeo. Funny wasnt it a classical tale that would soon come to life she would just have to meet the one.She took no notice of what she was thinking just having a dreamy look on her face.She was spunky also though not all of the time it just came with her breed.She pranced around her head held up high as if she was a emperess as she wasnt though but it didnt matter to her she acted the way she wanted to act right.She snorted softly hoping to catch of another horse nearby.
She started galloping all of a sudden spooked by something which probably nothing in picticular but still she ran.She finally calmed and slowed down.She didnt know what scared her but something did and she was going to find out. She soon found what was bothering her a sound of hooves came.She wondered what the other would want or maybe it was Romeo. She hoped it was Romeo she needed to say something and fast to.She looked at the shadows waiting for someone to appear in front of her. "hello anyone there Im Juliet. [/b]"[/size][/center] Attachments:
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Post by Ashley on Apr 23, 2010 7:26:26 GMT 8
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Post by otho on Jun 14, 2010 10:25:34 GMT 8
Exile I snorted slightly, then walked out, burning a couple flies with my tail. My pure white features glowed with their own light, fiery mane flowed gently, eating at the wind that passed it, although it didn't begin to destroy the grasses, for I would not allow it to.
"Hello Juliet, I'm Exile." I said softly, moving forward, my dark blue eyes watching her, though she wouldn't be able to tell, since my eyes had no pupils... "I am here at least, although it appears that no one else dared come near... For your beauty may scare, as well as make others stare." Oh great, I had started rhyming again. I liked her... Not the kind of thing that tends to make me happy, rhyming. Why was it, that whenever I met a femme I actually liked, I started rhyming? I just couldn't help it I suppose. But really, whenever he flirted, he did it with cool grace, and a bit of intimidation too. But I rhymed... Well, maybe this mare liked stags who rhymed... I hoped so... Because otherwise I'd feel immensely stupid; a forcer who couldn't even find a mare willing to join him... Really stupid. Although maybe it was a bit original.
I waited, my white head cocked to one side as I watched her, a picture of grace. Not that that was unusual; I had seen enough mares to know that most of them could be incredibly graceful when they cared to be.
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