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Post by ricochet on Feb 19, 2006 5:02:37 GMT -5
"Well, then, m'dear. I am glad to hear that."
He reached out and nipped a mosquito off of her neck, and then went on.
"I know that most mares would not care for such a place, where insects fly around, but I am glad to hear that you like this place."
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Post by jade2812 on Feb 19, 2006 5:08:33 GMT -5
Femme stays still not responding to his removing of the mosquito on her side. To her, home was whatever you made it, she had never lived at a place nicer but she still liked her growing up with the other foals to play with but it didn't last long, now just a long lost memory of her child-hood. Fae swallows a quickly cracks a short smile and shakes her nape, her ribbons lifting then falling lightly back into place. "I should be grateful to be staying here, sorry I'm not over-joyed."
(ooc: sry if my character is a bit depressing, im slightly unhappy myself but i guess acting it out here goes with cut up angel's dark image, not exactly evil just dark.)
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Post by ricochet on Feb 19, 2006 5:11:59 GMT -5
"No, I think I know how you feel. Let yourself open up like a new blossom on a tree. Once it blooms, it becomes the most beautiful thing on the earth." he looked past the mare, eyes growing cloudy once more. His voice trailed off into murmurs, and his face became blank.
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Post by jade2812 on Feb 19, 2006 5:16:45 GMT -5
Fae was not exactly sure what he meant and even if what she thought was correct she wasn't sure that, that was possible at the current time or in the near future. She needed time, being in her shoes and trusting someone, no matter how nice they are, takes time. Vixen slowly reached out her darkend mug to the steed touching his muzzle.
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Post by ricochet on Feb 19, 2006 5:29:10 GMT -5
Ricochet did not notice the mare's muzzle aginst his, but was stuck remenbering his past. His heart grew cold, and his eyes grew grey like troubled waters. His mind wandered to the days of his colthood, not coming back no matter how much he beconed to them.
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Post by jade2812 on Feb 20, 2006 4:12:32 GMT -5
Femora brought her muzzle back as slowly as she had extended it. She exhaled heavily and watched the steed and his expressions, slightly curious to what he was thinking. Femme was usually quite a curious type, and it sometime got her into trouble. A soft whicker is emitted to perhaps disturb his thoughts if they were troubling him.
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Post by ricochet on Feb 21, 2006 9:45:07 GMT -5
Ricochet shook his head, banishing all thoughts once again. His nightmare had gone, for now. He looked to the vix, and asked
'Is there something that you would like? I heard you nicker.' His mind was still getting over the thoughts of his past; the dreadful thoughts.
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Post by jade2812 on Feb 23, 2006 0:22:00 GMT -5
Fae's opticals followed the steed as he moved then she looked around the terra, dusk falling over the lands. "No, nothing." Then the fae steps back and lowers crane, pearls ripping at the lush blades of emerald below her. Her mind concentrated on nothing but remained blank, feeling content, thou slightly tired.
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Post by ricochet on Feb 26, 2006 1:19:25 GMT -5
'Angel, please come with me.' the stallion said, barely parting his maw. The slender beast was anxious to start a family heard, and not just a band of mares. His head turned around, starting off in the direction in which he wanted to go, but he waited for a reply from the mare.
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Post by jade2812 on Mar 1, 2006 1:13:21 GMT -5
Auditives swivel then the vixen lifts her crane. Femora whickers "Where do you want me to go?" Vixen wonders where the steed wanted to take her.
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Post by ricochet on Mar 1, 2006 11:10:38 GMT -5
'I would like you to come with me.' he said, not revealing anything. He turned towards the breeding grounds and started his journey. He was not going to pass up the oppertunity to have one of his mares carry out his lines. If she did not want this to be so, it would be too late for her. He would, no matter what, have this mare accept him as the father of the foal she would soon carry.
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Post by jade2812 on Mar 2, 2006 1:10:26 GMT -5
Femme looked at Ricohet strangely and snorted but sure enough picked up a fast walk and followed him to where ever he was taking her.
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Post by ricochet on Mar 2, 2006 2:10:24 GMT -5
The stag smiled secretly inside. He was going to do this. His legs carried him towards the breeding grounds, each stride bringing him closer to the joy he yet did not know.
ooc: post in breeding lands.
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