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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 15, 2008 14:12:55 GMT -5
The large colt walked through the thick forest. His shinny bay coat blended in with the trees and branches around him, only his white, feathery legs stuck out in the area around him. He tossed his short black mane around his neck and his green eyes shone with brightness. He was free for a day, unless another mare ordered him to do something else. [/size]
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Post by ::Fell:: on May 18, 2008 16:37:42 GMT -5
She trotted along the forest, she was an elusive mare in these lands and rarely was seen by anyone, and hardly known to the ones that lived in the lands. Her beautiful, slightly bulky but still feminine body moving with grace; she had let her daughter behind in a small shelter to keep her safe until Whiskey decided it was safe enough for her to roam around. Morga distrusted her and her bloodlines for their 'disrespect' to the land's rules, but Whiskey always behaved when in company of another mare.
Her ears pricked forward when she heard something up ahead, her eyes only catching glance of the white feathered legs moving. She snorted lightly, and backed away slowly with a slight raise of her head to look more threatening.
"Who's there?"
She called out to the figure, her ears turned back a little but not completely pinned back.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 19, 2008 13:08:52 GMT -5
The large colt stopped when he heard a voice. "Aw man, now I have to do something." He thought to himself when he realized that the voice was female. He stepped around the tree he had been walking by and looked at the female. She was a dapple mare and he blinked and then lowered his large bay head. His white, thick blaze stood out on his face as did his white stockings and feathers.
"I'm here, and my name is Honor. Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked the mare, his green eyes cast down and his head bowed a little. He hated standing that way for his neck always got a cramp, but his head was so heavy. He stood there, waiting for her answer. [/size]
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Post by ::Fell:: on May 20, 2008 13:38:07 GMT -5
She put her ears forward again as the large colt walked into view, she relaxed her next gently and a softened smile went over her lips as she studied him for a moment with her deep brown eyes. It'd been a while since she had run into a stallion, or a mare for that matter.
"Nice to meet you, Honor. I am Whiskey. Please relax."
Her dark mane fell along her lighter colored pelt around her neck, she stood at a relaxed stance; her voice was soft, gentle and caring which was different for the mares. Her head turned and looked around to make sure no one else was there before continuing.
"You do not have to worry. I am not like many of the mares."
She added quietly, only loud enough for him to hear.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 20, 2008 13:42:30 GMT -5
The colt lifted his head up and his neck relaxed some. He sighed and then looked at the gray mare before him. "Not like the others, what do you mean by that?" He asked her. His green eyes looked at her and then behind her. He sniffed the air and wondered if there was someone else around there. He looked back to the mare before him, they were the same height already, and he was only a year. [/size]
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Post by ::Fell:: on May 20, 2008 13:48:16 GMT -5
She continued to keep alert so that no one would hear their conversation, she was already dealing with plenty of trouble being from the family she was from to not have some mare squealing to Morga.
"I respect stallions, and colts like yourself, not abuse you as slaves. I do not like the thought of anyone being treated in such a way."
She stepped closer so that her voice could be quieter then before, Whiskey did notice that he was already as big as her, even though he seemed like a young one.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 20, 2008 13:51:31 GMT -5
"Thank you?" He tried to respond to the gray female before him. His green eyes looked around them and he almost took a step back when she came closer. She was kind of weird to him and he didn't know how to react to her. [/size]
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