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Post by `anntho on Dec 28, 2008 19:30:48 GMT -5
Bruna;; show up::[/left][/color] My gaze traveled around quietly, where in the world was that boy. Each tendon clicked as I turned in a circle, my muzzle bumping my haunches with the action, I was still abit clumsy for my age, but these things tended to happen when the mud was up to ones ankles. Giving a fustrated snort I drug my feet out of the mess and picked my way along carefully. One hark twisted forward carefully, my muzzle dropping as well as I weaved and bobbed around, feeling my way through the unnatural darkness.
The wind whispered yet another sigh, and I picked my head back up, both harks coming forward, listening to the water lapp up onto the banks of the lake, sucking backwards as it receeded along the coast line, and thats when I heard the next noise, like a predator stalking prey. My blood ran cold and I peered back behind me, trying to pick out a set of glowing eyes, and then, when I did find them, I couldn't help but stand, rooted to the spot, was this an actual predator..or worse..
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Post by rayvencullen. on Dec 29, 2008 11:15:57 GMT -5
HAUNTE DID I SCARE YOU? ; ; Snap, snap, sn-- Oh come on! he wailed silently into his head, glaring down at the twigs that lay broken beneath him. Never in all of his time walking earth had he ever seen trees to drop so many damn twigs! It was insane, especially for the heavily-built colt, stepping on anything would probably snap it in two, but how would he ever suit himself to walking on this horrible landscape, and to scare the crap out of his mistress Bruna? Oh, he'd find some way, but for now, he'd settle upon trying to get there without being actually noticed.
; ; His charcoal pelt would blend easily into the shadows of the forestry, so of course he had not to worry about the filly catching sight of him. But every once in a while he'd step on another twig and mutter an inaudible curse underneath his breath and keep on walking. Soon after walking what seemed like ages, the lake came in sight, and the forestry fanned out. No more hiding coverage? he whined mentally, scanning his eyes over the terrain, over the grassy; snow. Then he saw her. Bruna..
; ; Ambers glinted micheviously, and by the twinkle and expression in her eyes and face she had not discovered it was him. Throwing himself in motion, he stepped over a log and out into the soft rays of light. Did I scare you, Bruna? he asked quietly, lowly as he approuched her and ran his mug down her barrel and over her back. And then he placed a hard and firm nip on her hindquarters. Go, to Lilac Woods. Now, my Father will be expecting us.
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