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Post by jade2812 on Feb 16, 2006 0:09:24 GMT -5
The fae enters at a lope, opticals first landing on the rocky canyon, something she liked. Fae slows to a jog then a halt and looks around for a sign of another equine living here. A loud call is emitted and her vocals echo through the canyons. Bodice stalls for a short moment awaiting an answer.
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Post by azalle on Feb 16, 2006 0:33:52 GMT -5
| Apon spotting the other herd member femme ingressed non hesitant strides closed the distance between the duo |
| Crown dipped slightly in an unthreatening manner and in protection of her vitals in case of suprise attack which therefore would not be a suprise attack anylonger |
| Single raven tipped audit flicked to the czaress though the other remained sunken to her skull |
+ Hello +
| Tones uttered softly small ridding of carbon preformed steam before the petite mare, though she enjoyed her size, smirk overtook placid features as limbs ceased motions just out of striking range |
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Post by ricochet on Feb 16, 2006 1:03:22 GMT -5
Ricochet galloped to the call of Angel, finding both of his mares there.
"Allow me to introduce you two. Cut up angel, this is Azelle. Azelle, this is Cut Up Angel. I hope that you two will work together to become one force."
He then whisked his tail and stood by for the two mares to greet each other.
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Post by azalle on Feb 16, 2006 1:10:02 GMT -5
| Femme stood placidly to please the stag though knew she was not one to get along with others that quickly since she was a born loner and seemed to remain that way |
| Pools remain alert on the femme before her as if she expected harsh words, audits descended against her skull though it was not in a threat |
| Mug lowered to murder the captives of the jade carpet |
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Post by ricochet on Feb 16, 2006 1:44:35 GMT -5
Ricochet noticed the tension between Azalle and Angel. He did not want a fight to break out between his queen and another of his herd, so he called her to him.
"Azale, woulld you mind coming with me?" he asked rather politely.
His head bowed slightly to the mare standing opposite the queen. He then slowly walked off, hoping that Azalle would follow.
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Post by jade2812 on Feb 16, 2006 3:18:47 GMT -5
Vixen looks to the other femme and emitted a snort. She had no intention of hurting the other vixen and her pride about being 'queen', even if the steed had offered the position to herself at their first meeting. Another snort is emitted and vixen walks away bored of their conversation, if they wanted privacy she would just leave then she turned around and walked away.
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Post by ricochet on Feb 16, 2006 9:04:12 GMT -5
Ricochet coud not believe how his 'grand day' had turned out. He then recolected the phrase, 'do not say before you do, and do not do untill you are sure that there will be no problems.' He did not like the way that the two mares had gotten off, and hoped that after a days rest, they would be more acceptable to the idea. He gave a soft snort and tossed his head.
"Goodbie Angel. I shall see you on the morn."
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Post by fil de fil on Feb 16, 2006 9:13:19 GMT -5
ooc: expecting a neutral and a dark to get along when the dark is queen... would take a LOT of work
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Post by ricochet on Feb 16, 2006 19:35:32 GMT -5
OOC: Azalle is Neutral, and Cut Up Angel is dark...... Azelle is also the queen.
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Post by fil de fil on Feb 16, 2006 21:29:27 GMT -5
ooc: I meant when the neutral is queen. It would usually piss off a dark mare to be ruled by what they probably think of as an insuperior. But hey, never know...
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Post by azalle on Feb 17, 2006 0:09:37 GMT -5
ooc- actually that was wrong in my post i mixed up my characters on here Azalle is supposed to be a dark as well
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Post by jade2812 on Feb 19, 2006 4:38:46 GMT -5
Femme looks at the steed and femora from a distance. She had not done anything wrong, she had been trying to change her temper and thoughts from turning into actions since leaving her past. If something was wrong it was not her fault. Vixen turned away, she liked being alone and not communicating, if she could keep from anyone getting to know her then no-one would have a reason to hate her..
right.....
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Post by jade2812 on Feb 19, 2006 4:41:28 GMT -5
(right..., ment to be ooc)
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Post by ricochet on Feb 19, 2006 4:42:30 GMT -5
Ricochet noticed the mare, and trotted over to her, tail held in the proper Arabian pose. He gently spoke to her, words of softness, and gentlness that even most dark mares would like.
"My dear, what is troubling you? I can see that you are not happy." he lowered his head in a means of seriousness.
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Post by jade2812 on Feb 19, 2006 4:58:00 GMT -5
Femora watches the moon washed steed advance towards her. Keeping her feelings bottled up was a specialty of her's. Auditives swivel listening and she stalls for a couple of moments before speaking.
''I'm fine, just finding it hard to adjust but sure shouldn't be long, I like where I am staying.''
She takes a breath and watches the expression on his crane as she finishes giving her one-tenth thoughts of the way she was actually feeling. It wasn't always the case...just because she wasn't smiling didn't mean she was upset, a straight face may look like a depressed face to strangers who didn't know her.
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