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Post by fil de fil on Feb 5, 2006 22:22:56 GMT -5
De vlam cantered in, once more traveling to the waterfall. It seemed he always welcomed mares there. Perhaps since it held so many good memories.... Smiling, he called out to everyone so they could meet Memory. Yet, despite his joy, he worried. Would she like living here? He wasn't sure ((despite their COONNECTON!!11!! ;D))
ooc: g2g, bye!
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Post by amberskies on Feb 5, 2006 22:24:57 GMT -5
The ebon fae trotted in, taking in her new surroundings. Her new home. It's beautiful, De vlam. She murmured, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable calling him 'm'lord'. For some reason, the tital didn't fit him. He was much more than that. Or, at least, he was to her.
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Post by kaybeargirl2 on Feb 6, 2006 6:43:11 GMT -5
Night walked in smiled, once again her father had scored another mare for his terra. Smiling he walked over to The new mare and bowed. Why hello, my name is Last Night, but you can call be Night. What si your name She asked sweetly
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Post by amberskies on Feb 6, 2006 16:35:27 GMT -5
ooc: erm... Spelchekc posabley? ((=P))
bic: She nodded, a bit taken aback. Uh.. Si? She asked confusedly. OH! Is - got it... She nodded, and bit her lip in confusion. Since when had THIS trend started? Very new... Oh well. She was probably behind the times. As usual. And uh, Memory. Very nice to meet you. She replied with a smile. Wow. Five minutes in, and already I'm more outgoing... Maybe I DID make the right choice!
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Post by kaybeargirl2 on Feb 6, 2006 16:38:39 GMT -5
Last Night smiled and looked at the mare. Oh sorry, I am still learning how to say stuff and ya well, its good to meet you to
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Post by amberskies on Feb 6, 2006 16:43:43 GMT -5
She looked down ((Not because of superiority! Because of height!)) at the fae, and nodded her agreement. Yes, it's good to meet you as well. New here? She asked, cocking her semi-large head slightly to the left. JUST THEN, AN ARROW SHOT THOUGH THE AIR, AND WHIZZED RIGHT BY! LUCKILY, IT WENT TO THE RIGHT OF HER HEAD! HAD SHE MOVED HER HEAD TO THE RIGHT, SHE'D BE DEAD!! INSTEAD, IT WENT RIGHT ON BY, AND HIT DE VLAM ON THE FOREHEAD! BEFORE HE DIED, HE WAS LEFT LYING A POOL OF HIS OWN BLOOD, SCREAMING IN DYING AGONY AND PAIN AS THE TWO FAES a) WHIMPERED OVER HIM, NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO! (or) b) LAUGHED AND SCORNED HIM AS HE LEFT THE WORLD FOR THE FLAMES OF HELL!!!
Erm... Yah.... Ignore the caps, and everything purple. Same words, but whatever...
What? I don't have a GRUESOME mind! What are you TALKING about?!?!?!
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Post by kaybeargirl2 on Feb 6, 2006 16:54:51 GMT -5
occ//That was weird.
Night smiled and shook her head. Oh know, I was one of the first here, you see they adopted me
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Post by kiki on Feb 6, 2006 17:05:51 GMT -5
ooc: did that really happen? i dunno... kinda pp unless she let you...
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Post by amberskies on Feb 6, 2006 17:12:37 GMT -5
ooc: Erm, I don't think you guys read the "... Ignore the caps, and everything purple. Same words, but whatever..." part....
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Post by kaybeargirl2 on Feb 6, 2006 17:15:11 GMT -5
Right sorry, I changed it
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Post by amberskies on Feb 6, 2006 17:20:56 GMT -5
Oh, that's good! Like it here? She asked, shaking out her tresses as a strong gust wind blew over them. That's good - what happened to your parents? She asked in a lower voice, as the wishes and dreams flowed through her once more... That in their place would flow memories of her own family. Good or otherwise.
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Post by kaybeargirl2 on Feb 6, 2006 18:08:13 GMT -5
Night looked down at her holves. Oh they just went away Night said softly
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Post by amberskies on Feb 6, 2006 19:01:54 GMT -5
ooc: Holves?  |
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Post by funny2 on Feb 6, 2006 19:04:17 GMT -5
occ//Hoofs
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Post by amberskies on Feb 6, 2006 20:03:55 GMT -5
ooc: OH! That would be 'hooves'  bic: The fae's head sagged. At least the foal HAD the memmories - even if they were disappointing. At least she knew weather to hate them or love them. At least she knew if they were still on Earth, or if they were in heaven or hell. At least she remembered; at for that, she was one of the luckiest equines Memory knew. |
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