Mari
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Post by Mari on Mar 27, 2007 20:09:25 GMT -5
Hooves beated the ground with a steady rythm. This was Mari's trot. Her mane billowed like a banner on the back of an airplane or like a flag. Mare snorted and loked over head. Clouds had started to form over the pink morning sky. Like the saying goes: Pink sky in the night, sailor's delight. Pink sky in the morning, sailors take warning. Well, a storm would do the lands good. Plants could continue its growth in hopes of reaching the sun. They never make it that far though. Pity.
Slowing to a stop, hind leg stomped the ground slightly. Her tail whisked back and forth. Creamy flanks went in and out. Her brown eyes looked over the land. It was nice.
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Post by Vagrant Storm on Apr 4, 2007 16:02:31 GMT -5
Storm galloped into the meadow. His pools glanced around. There were not many mares around and those that were, were in the company of another stallion. He noticed one mare alone. Glancing around before moving toward her. Neck arched and head tossed in a whinny of greeting.
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