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Post by Rurina on Apr 23, 2007 7:47:43 GMT -5
Shamrock trotted in with vanner grace and stopped to look around. Cool green grass waved in the breeze and tall willows surrounded him. He waited with half opened blue orbs for someone who might want to talk.
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Irish
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Post by Irish on Apr 23, 2007 21:29:15 GMT -5
Venus approached with feather light steps. She was not of Vanner blood but instead of paint blood. She didn't have slender features her legs were quite thick, but she wa beautiful. Her voice was a whisper she sang "venus" she said it was like the echo of a ghosts voice.
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Post by Rurina on Dec 28, 2007 10:26:05 GMT -5
Shamrock raised himself at the sound of another. A smile came to his face and walked over to meet the fae. His boa bowed as he admired the painted coat somewhat like his own.
Greetings, fair lady, whom might I have the pleasure of addressing?
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dreambig
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Post by dreambig on Feb 24, 2008 19:40:31 GMT -5
Motion trotted in seeing 2 other horses,she was curious. She stopped,her dappled bay coat glistening in the sun that dappled the floor here.She was far from vanner blood,she was of arab.Her neck arched beatifuly and dark brown eyes shining,she stepped forward again. She neighed softly letting them know she was here. Her voice floated qently on the wind as whispered from above. She watched them causiously not knowing what to expect next.
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