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Post by [x]___Moonbean___[x] on Jan 13, 2007 15:27:32 GMT -5
A beautiful light grey mare cantered in . She was longing for a stallion dark or light for she was undesided. The stress of life was taking its toll. She needed someone to care for her . She whinnied and reared . It was her last atemped for love. Name:Dark Cloud Nickname:Clond Gender:Mare Breed:Lipa Color:Light Grey Mane and Tail:Light Grey Alliance(light, dark, nuetral): Confused Personality: Sweet and gentle but has a short temper. Likes to please. Likes foals and stallions! History (optional): A dark sire. A light mare . So now confused about who she is. She is alone and needs a stallion to guide her. Has never had a foal. Other (Optional): None Pic (optional:
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Post by [.x.] Freedom [.x.] on Jan 13, 2007 15:28:45 GMT -5
{hang on ill post}
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Post by [.x.] Freedom [.x.] on Jan 13, 2007 15:34:01 GMT -5
I walked trough the shadows trying not to make a sound. I was looking for new mares. For, I only had one, my queen. _____________________________________________________________
Almost Illegal walked through the shadows. His black pelt blended in as he walked. He stoped hearing something. 'e walked the other way and peared htrough the bush. A fae. He made his way out to her rfont and dipped his dial showing no harm 'Lo there fae. I be tagged Almost Illewgal, you be be? he asked softly
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Post by [x]___Moonbean___[x] on Jan 13, 2007 17:19:12 GMT -5
The Fae looked at the handsom stag. She bowed and pricked her auds. She smiled at the polite and graceful stallion. "I be Dark Cloud, but dont worry about my name I am light, my dark sire named me that hoping I would be dark. What be your dubbeth?". She nickered.
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Post by [.x.] Freedom [.x.] on Jan 13, 2007 17:33:11 GMT -5
Illegal stood there. He had just told her his tag. But he said it again away I be tagged Almost Illegal he said. He wanted to tell her he was the most powerful king in the lands, but it seemed everytime he told a mare they acted like they had to do everythjing for him, he never wanted that. Pleasure to me thee he said softly looking into her pools.
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