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Post by V.elocity on Jun 4, 2008 6:51:07 GMT 10
Phantom do you always believe what you see?
Dark brown optics took in their surroundings as the vixen the colour of mist walked through the dark lands. Her audits flicked about her arabain head as she listened to the call of ravens as the found something to eat. It was most likely a dead wolf or other smaller creature that roamed the lands. She swished her long, misty tail at a fly that had decided to land on her haunches as she moved on. Her breath taking beauty stood out in these dark lands. Her arabain frame and misty coloured added to the illusion. She wandered on thinking about llittle things that most would not care about. She soon came to an area different than the rest of the dark lands. It looked a bit different and it even had a different smell. Her orbs looked around this change of scenery. She scented the air and detected nothing. She stepped for ward onto the land. As she continued forward a smokey coloured wollf ran in front of her path. She stopped and stared at it with her deep brown, almomst black optics. The canine stared right back at her with its lighter brown orbs. He jumpmed at her. She reared at it and came down at it missing him by inces. She began to chase after the canine with her ears flat on her skull and her teeth bareing. She galloped after him, her arabian tail held high and streaming out behind her as she ran. She continued but then stopped when she thought she saw the form of another equine. Curse me; Phantom Carve me a; Vixen Colour Me; White I Am Of The Pureblood; Arabian Measure Me; 15.2hh Place Me With The; Dark Ones
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Post by vivaldi« on Jun 18, 2008 4:53:37 GMT 10
Seeing Is Believing;; but eyesight can be questioned...[/font][/right] I extended the already beaty tempo that I paraded down the lightly used trail; not because I was in a hurry, but because my muscular limbs were whining for movement and I did not feel like seeming too presumptuous as I became familiar with the terrain. I had heard rumors of wars corrupting, and I would have nothing to do with not being in them, but of course, no one ever believes what they hear. Today I woke up and looked up, there, of course, was my new oak tree. My throne. As soon as I saw the small green leaves and the not-yet-grown buds, I knew I had to share this place with someone. But who? Someone that could be useful in the future, but who could help me, now, in the present time. Because most people would be surprised just how many equines are good for just one project. Otherwise? Useless. Utterly useless.
Just as I started to get lost in my own head, I heard a thudding noise against the dense floor. Glancing toward the direction the disruption came from, I looked just in time to see... TO BE CONTINUEDV I V A L D I [/b] W XXX C[/center][/color] authors note; it is totally not done yet.
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