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Post by ~Luba~ on Dec 16, 2005 7:52:41 GMT -5
Ivory hooves beat the ground. Tiara held high and the familiar arabian dish ever apparant. Jewels sparkled with life, as she two-beated into the claiming grounds. Plume flowed gracefully to the ground and swept the top of the grass blades. Her dapple grey skin rippled as she moved. Steadily the fae slowed. She pawed the ground tenderly, her kissers parted and her sweet and pure lyrics flowed out. A worry line formed above the fae's choclate brown jewels, who would come to her pleading call?
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Post by battalion on Dec 20, 2005 12:30:09 GMT -5
Brogor heard the call of the fae and came running.Seeing a beautiful grey fae who was much lighter than herself in trouble bothered him.Brown orbs looked at her concerned wondering what was wrong.
"Hello m'lady I am Brogor I came to your call"
Looking at the mare he lowered his dial showing respect for he knew how mares should be treated and it was with respect.
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Post by ~Luba~ on Dec 21, 2005 6:32:34 GMT -5
The fae's gleaming tiara dipped in a elegant bow to the stag.
"Lo there Brogor, I be Luba. Thankyou, for coming to my call."
She smiled kindly at him, knowing he ment no harm.
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