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Post by rayvencullen. on Nov 3, 2008 18:03:43 GMT -5
Silently had I treaded the water of darkness, this was the place I had called my own. It was haven for all the hellions on earth, simply beautiful in my eyes; a beautiful place for a herd to come, no? My black cranium had held low to the ground as my tendons clicked together as I had moved myself over the land at a brisk quad-beat. Whether or not my mare Alchemy had followed had yet to be seen, but if she had come or not was not my decision. Dense forest-green pools had been narrowed on every shadow cast over the ground, even my own.
As predicted, my sensitive auditories had pulled back into my tresses as I had picked up the superstition of the calls of the dead. They were shrill, some were soft and less painless; music to my ears, maybe even hers. Haunches had slid beneath me, the dead dirt had clouded around my daggers as I had done so, napage arching for a moment before would allow my nares to take in the scents of this place known as Devil's Creek, now home to my mare and I.
I let my nares pull out slightly in a soft, subtle snort before my muzzle had spun around to hit at my shoulder then throwing it back in place, the sudden impact forcing my bodice to rise to the coal night sky and release an earsplitting wail of a whinny - one pillar had been outstretched to strike the air atleast six times before I had bonded with the ground once more, rising my kinked whipcord in a regal manner. With a sigh, I waited. |
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Post by `anntho on Nov 15, 2008 15:23:16 GMT -5
A.l.c.h.e.m.y ::
Mwahahahah!
Again I fallowed the sound of him, he was so noisy sometimes, but then again, he was much larger than I was. Picking up my hooves carefully I leapt into a canter after him, the cries of the dead wizzing past my harks, and eventually, it got on my nerves and I twitched the sound receptors back into my mane roughly, coming to a sketchy halt as he leapt upwards in a rear and called out a claimance, which he had one by the looks of it.
Ex, so this is our new home? I murmured lightly as I strided in beside him confidently, thrusting my muzzle into his muscular shoulder, ivories held behind velvet lips, no need to leave marks on my handsome king, right? As I pressed myself against him, my ivories finally reached out to lip at his mane, tugging at it roughly, my own whipcord thrown over both of our haunches, my senses intuned to him for the moment.
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