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Post by Nevaeh on Dec 2, 2008 10:36:27 GMT -5
Shabha
Do Dreams Come True?
A little grey pony was walking slowly across snow-covered mountains. Ebony black orbs looked around blackish greyish nares opened wide getting a new scent. Pillars moving closer and closer to the new place. Was it new? Or was it old? Shabha did really not know, but this white arabian fae was just getting bored and lovely by herself.
Pillars made her halt when they felt something strange underneath her feet, lowering her maw down towards the ground, while her beautiful ebony orbs looked down at the beautiful sparkling white snow. Shabha wished that the snow was deeper she it would give her a little bit more camouflage. I’ll be camorflaarge is I layed down in the snow?
Muscles twitched underneath her light grey skin, pillars moving forward slowly down the mountain side into a beautiful meadow, this place was beautiful, lowering her crown down she then picked on a lovely fruit and she eat it quite happily, gait moving her into a lovely little pony two beat across the one of a sparkling aqua blue stream, while her arabian dished crown lowered down, and she began to drink the lovely cool ice water, while her white banner laid against her flanks neatly.
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Post by lynx'' on Dec 2, 2008 11:10:49 GMT -5
{ m o n t e
La vita è bella
Many thoughts were running through my head, i only heard my own voice, i hadn't been in contact with anyone for quite some time now; why was it i kept disappearing? I had friends back home, and a family that loved me, i had responisblities. With an angry shake of my dished crown, i sprung into a lively trot, lifting my hooves high. Where was this place? I had never come across it before. The air was fresh and cold, so unusual, as the sun beamed down from the sky.
My ebony figure moved with ease across the lands, I felt ontop of the moon; my black tassles bouncing out behind me, whipcord streaming, asif dancing. Yet from a distance, i looked dark, i looked haunted and threatening; in a way, i liked it. It made me seem more powerful; for it was a stereotype of lights to be weak, was it not? And the darks to overpower us all? I disagreed. Most equines i knew were light, and very wise and powerful.
Stepping back into reality, my soft blac optics focused on a grey figure ahead. I let go a soft nicker towards her, why was she up here alone? It was a dangerous place to be. I carried on jogging towards her, only slowing when i was a few metres away; i was confident, friendly. no one could take that away from me. "Afternoon miss; I am Montè, of the Forgotton Valley, may i know your blessing?" I questioned, giving her a warm smile and stepping forward to touch her neck.
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Post by Nevaeh on Dec 2, 2008 11:35:32 GMT -5
Shabha
Do Dreams come True?
Lifting her small dished arabian crown out of the lovely ice cool water. Nares had picked up his scent a long time before he had arrived. Light grey white auds pricked forward listening to what the stallion was saying to her. so is name was Monte. shaking her crown after that thought. It had been a very long time since she saw another stallion around, she had seen other horses around.
Feeling his touch made a give a little sigh, it had been a while since she had been touched by any stallions, this does not mean that this little light grey pony was not scared of them, you could say she was disappoint in stallions? Or something else. Opening her blackish greyish colored maw her sweet gentle vocals came out, It is a nice to meet you Montè. My blessing is Shabha. shaking her little dished arabian crown, witched cause her lovely white mane to swish from either side of her neck, and then lay back down against her neck.
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