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Post by [.vindicated.][.moniet.] on Dec 28, 2006 1:00:30 GMT -5
[.m o n i e t.]
Silence shattered the young minx's lobes as she entered the new harlem. Orbs scanned the surface area, let it all sink in that this was to be her new home. Prancing forward lightly on talons she moved forth at a duo beat and slowed as she looked about for Chario. Sonars twisted and swiveled with each step that was brought closer to the one that had claimed her. Stopping in the mid of the Plains she released a long slow call out towards him. Sonars pricked forth as she waited his returning call.
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Post by F R O S T Y [sonata] on Dec 28, 2006 1:06:52 GMT -5
Elegant red knight had lost the new fae in his return home. At the darkness, it had worried him. Now his listeners, hearing his calls perked happily. His bod shaking with the trumpet that was released in return to her call. His muscles rippled, hurling him forward towards the mare. His tresses fell forward in his race to the vixen. Upon his arrival many soft noises were made within his throat. Velveteen plush was placed upon her nape in greeting.
H E ' L L be your E G Y P T I A N Pharoah
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Post by [.vindicated.][.moniet.] on Dec 28, 2006 1:14:13 GMT -5
[.m o n i e t.]
Soft whickers were sent forth to the steed as I felt his warm breath 'pon my boa. Orbs closed in silence as I nickered softly as vocals pressed to my mugs as sang, How have you been M'Lord Chario? My sonars pricked forward, listened to the steady rythm of our breathing and then faltered, laid down in peace and waited for his return vocals.
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Post by F R O S T Y [sonata] on Dec 28, 2006 1:18:33 GMT -5
Hellion watched, his eyes taking in her beauty, making sure nothing had harmed her since they last met. She seemed perfect, as last time. Watching as she lowered herself to the loam, he stood protectively beside her, his velveteen lowering to her own. His larynx rumbled lightly, his words soft and sweet.
I am fine, and yourself m'lady.
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Post by [.vindicated.][.moniet.] on Dec 28, 2006 1:24:53 GMT -5
[.m o n i e t.]
A sigh of peace swept o'er my bod. I felt relaxed. I felt at home. And that feeling had never once been easily given to me. Orbs closed for only a moment as his sweet song penetrated my lobes. I looked at him with soft orbs as I replied, I am fine M'Lord. Please, do tell me more about your harlem and the ones that reside within it. She wished to know more. Of him. His harlem, and his other doves. Sonars pricked forth and my soft whickers pierced the oxygen we breathed. Perhaps he to would lie with me and we could talk? Find more about each other? I watched him...waiting for his next lyricals or for his next move. ooc. one more post and off to bed i go...
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Post by F R O S T Y [sonata] on Dec 28, 2006 1:35:52 GMT -5
((its cool)) Elegant red knight listened upon her lyrics. His plush ever so often raising to survey the lands. Checking that no danger had entered the realm.
Well M'dear, 3 so far reside, including you. Cacket, a small grey mare, in foal with my first, was the first to arrive here. You are second. And Nevaeh should be arriving shortly.
His song was short and to the point. He wished so much to lie with her. But knew he could not. Responsibility overweighed pleasure.
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Post by [.vindicated.][.moniet.] on Dec 28, 2006 1:45:47 GMT -5
[.m o n i e t.]
She watched as he raised his empire to the winds and looked for any new dangers. None had come to her relieve. Sighing once more she shook her empire and thrusted her forlimbs out before her. Her orbs studied his frame before her. Nickering she allowed her plush to touch his ever so softly. Her own lyricals were released in a whisper as she stated, Now it's your turn to ask me a question. Anything at all and I will answer to the best of my knowledge. Empire dipped to her shoulder once more showing her promise to him. ooc. g'night!
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Post by F R O S T Y [sonata] on Dec 28, 2006 11:59:52 GMT -5
Blood coloured stag nodded his dial, his listeners receiving her soft lyrics. There was not anything he wished to ask her. His ivorns grasped her tresses softly, tugging affectionately. What if there ist nothing i wish to ask of you? His lyrics rumbled, a soft sound, his larynx made. ||sucks, sorry||
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Post by [.vindicated.][.moniet.] on Dec 28, 2006 12:16:23 GMT -5
[.m o n i e t.]
Her gaze was glued 'pon him as she nickered softly once more and allowed vocals to press to her kissers and make their exit into the oxygen, Well then M'Lord, I do have another question for thee. What is your past life like? If you don't mind telling me...I will tell you of mine if you please. Sonars stood erect as her orbs studied him. Shaking her empire to rid herself of the winged objects she snorted softly and allowed her tresses to fall unevenly about her crest.
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Post by F R O S T Y [sonata] on Dec 28, 2006 12:52:28 GMT -5
Elegant stag took in her lyrics, his listeners alerting themselves. Well m'dear, i am the son of King Akonaton and Queen Cleopatra of the largest nomadic herd of the desert. My family was killed at a young age, and when i was just 1 1/2 seasons, i was left on my own. Roaming the lands until just a few weeks ago. His past was not all too brutal, but brutal enough he didnt enjoy speaking heavily of it. Akon had been a magestic golden stag. His palimino coat one of rubys. And Cleo had been the redist of reds. Her coat of fire.
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Post by [.vindicated.][.moniet.] on Dec 28, 2006 13:09:50 GMT -5
[.m o n i e t.]
Sonars tipped forward as the steed spoke. So his story was somewhat like her own. Plush touched his boa softly as she whispered, I am sorry M'Lord. My own parents were killed as well after the fights between the lights and the darks in the valley. At times I go back to that place in my mind and I will go for about two days and be depressed. Some say that I have a disorder. I call it remembering. Crystals pressed 'pon her orbs. She wouldn't cry though. One to many tears had fallen for those that had passed on. She looked to hiim and allowed kissers to curve into a small 'u' shape in attempt of a smile.
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Post by F R O S T Y [sonata] on Dec 28, 2006 21:51:01 GMT -5
Onyx figure was pressed closer to the upset femmes body. His maw allowing several soft sounds to escape. Comforting sounds. His ivorns shuffled upon the vixens nape.
Remembering can be good, but only to a point. For the past is the past.
He himself did not have much of a past. Most stags, at 6 years old were set. They had a queen, an heir, all of that. They would be soon retiring. But not Chairo, he would not be aloud to retire for many years, at least four.
H E ' L L be your E G Y P T I A N Pharoah
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Post by [.vindicated.][.moniet.] on Dec 28, 2006 21:55:37 GMT -5
She smiled softly as he nuzzeled her and moved closer to her frame. Soft sigh escaped her barrel as she allowed orb lids to close don o'er her azul visionaries. What was life to bring? Who knew what tomorrow would present them with. Sighing softly once more she allowed orbs to open and she asked him, What are the other femms like that roam these lands as well? She wasn't the sociable type at times. Sonars tipped forward as she waited his response.
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Post by F R O S T Y [sonata] on Dec 28, 2006 22:15:39 GMT -5
Cocoa eyes followed the faes own. Watching the happiness in her pools match his own. A soft grunt was let out. His other fae's were wonderful. All lovely mares.
They both are wonderful. I hope you enjoy them. I will hold a herd meeting within the week to allow you to all meet one another.
Soft lyrics brushed against the faes cheek. His soft breath smelled faintly of grass. He knew that next season one foal would be running around. But hoped for more.
H E ' L L be your E G Y P T I A N Pharoah
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Post by [.vindicated.][.moniet.] on Dec 28, 2006 22:25:06 GMT -5
moniet
Smile curved about her kissers as he breathed his soft warm oxygen 'pon her cheek and features. Smiling she dipped her empire and allowed dreams and thoughts to race about within her dreamer. Sigh escaped her barrel as she allowed daggers to carry her forward. Shaking her empire she looked to him and then let orbs look away. Song lyrics pressed against her mug. She wished to tell him. Long for him to know. But would she be hurt like all the other times? Sigh escaped her once more as vocals rushed outwards to his sonars,
Chario...Perhaps I should tell you but I only fear that I will be hurt. I tell you this. I have fallen for you. And I think that I have fallen a little to hard...
Sonars pricked forward. What would his reaction be?
[.catch me when i fall.]
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