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Post by SpotLover on Feb 13, 2011 0:14:42 GMT -6
 Foxx entered the Claiming Orchid, proud as could be. She was of the purest blood, something to be proud of about the mix blooded horses around the area. Her ears pricked, and tail high, she paraded around the land, hoping to catch the attention of at least a decent-blooded stallion, one worth her time. She nickered gently, yet loud enough for it to pass the lands far enough to catch a stallions ears, and attention. Her jet black non-fading pelt Shaun in the sunlight. The warm sun beating against her, yet ceasing to bother her one bit, she was out for a stallion, that's all that mattered. |
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Post by Byrd on Feb 14, 2011 13:18:09 GMT -6
Classic Revenge Timber, topped with a vast amount of jade leaves, lined the trails into the lovely meadows. My optics of charcoal adjusted to the lack of than excessive amount of sunlight, narrowing to slits before opening again to see the world brightly. Just in the distance, a horse, it's massive blacker than my globes. Arching my mahogany crane, I extended into a trot, heading toward the horse; In hopes that it would be a mare.As I neared the other being, my nostrils insured my hopes, a low nicker escaping my chest. "Hello ma'lady, my name is Classic Revenge. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name gorgeous?" Charm lingered in my voice, my pools enticing. |
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Post by SpotLover on Feb 15, 2011 20:25:22 GMT -6
Foxx looked at the brute, his voice enticing. "Greetings, I am Foxx, Arabian, of the purest of blood." She welcomed the stallion, reaching out her teacup muzzle to touch his. Even as a mixblood stallion, his muzzle was soft, and his eyes were gentle. Even after the high standards she had, she was thinking about possibly bending them for such a brute as himself. He was a decent quality brute for being of the Mustang heritage, so she didn't mind too much. |
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Post by Byrd on Apr 11, 2011 13:34:16 GMT -6
Classic Revenge A grin smothered my velvet kissers as the fae's delicate muzzle impacted mine gingerly, her flowery and intoxicating perfume flooding my thin walled nares. "Well Foxx, what is a fine mare like yourself doing here?" I knew the answer well, if she were like the rest of the mares that wondered through here, but I needed to insure that was what she wanted. Her globes held a skeptical gleam, but it settled quickly, as if now she accepted me. Another grin cracked on my face, waiting for the mare's reply. |
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