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Post by ~!~Shzam~!~ on Mar 9, 2007 0:42:02 GMT -5
Snowy pillars churned beneath the bodice of a snowy fae. Fierce determination placed each hoof deep into the sod as she powered onwards. It was time for that new start. What better way to begin a new life in a new land then to claim a home. A look, one would be surprised to fine upon such features of hers, sat firmly upon her crafted dish. Time had what it took to be a leader and all she had to do was claim land and create a herd. Perhaps, perhaps she would aim for the honorable position of Neutral Queen but first things first. As animation ceased and the mare came to a rest on a small rise beneath the arms of a giant of a tree, those soft brown pools looked out over the green covered lands. This is what she wanted. Everything looked so fresh, so crisp. So new. Breathing deeply to refresh her air starved lungs, the dove allowed her gaze to wander aimlessly. So Time stood, for many moments until a cool breeze startled her from her daze. Heart thudded against her chest as her nerves grew. Was this the right thing to do? Should she just settle for an ordinary life and wait in the meadows to be claimed? No! She could do better. She was a natural born leader. Too headstrong for her own good most times but this is what she had to do. She had to. Gritting her ivories, the moon washed maiden of neither side raised her tiara to the cloudless heavens and parted her velvet kissers to release a strong, throbbing call to announce her claim. She wasn’t sure if her claim would be allowed or rejected but to her it was worth a try. Sending out one last, powerful call the mare waited……. |
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Post by SeaLight on Mar 12, 2007 15:10:49 GMT -5
It is said that legends never die, and perhaps that is true. In the soft light, three faint figures can be seen. One is an ebon fatale, draped with silk of the darkest obsidian. Another is a femora as well, canvas bleached pure by the moon. And lastly is the painted brute, seeming to be a mix of the femmes, part onyx, part ivory.
It is the brute that steps forward, seeming magical, for he isn't truly there, shimmering in the winds, like the surface of a pond or lake. A smile is placed on his maw as he touches the claiming fae's serpentine with his nares. If one felt him, it was a unique sensation, both hot and cold at the same time. He then stepped back to rejoin the two other nymphs.
Moment In Time, you are now the worthy lead of Rivi¨¨re Libre.
Vocals were flowing, seeming to be part of the wind. The three slowly fade until they are nothing but three unnatural stars in the sky, and then, they are nothing at all.
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Post by ~!~Shzam~!~ on Mar 13, 2007 18:16:51 GMT -5
The fae was stunned into silence as the world grew quiet and the figures appeared. She could only watch as the stud placed the honor upon her nape. It was a queer feeling and it did not fade away. In fact Moment in Time was so sure there was a mark but when she cast her eye sideways there was nothing there. Looking to the three again she noticed they were fading. The ivory minx watched in pure awe until they completely disappeared. Only then did she snap out of it. Parting her kissers she released a soft nicker of thanks before shaking her dial to clear it. Filling her lungs with fresh oxygen, the mare set out to get to know her new lands, her nape still tingling where the strange horse had touched it. |
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