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Post by Sinful Doubt on Jul 26, 2007 21:33:13 GMT -5
Just a day...
Hooves of the ligter beat carried the choclate covered blonde to a field of endless grasses. Wind lifted her golden locks, tossing them to and fro. Her identical whpcord nipping at her strong hocks. She shifted her wieght from her right to left waiting as she did. Broodmare she was back home, brood mare she would rermain. In her 4 winters she had dropped two flickas for the two leggeds. Her lines strong and quick with a sensation of greatness. She was not taught love for a stud, but that of the youth. She was beckoned to carry lines with her life. Her destiny. She smelt the air, awaiting any stud, of any alliance, and of any pelt. She did not wish to waste time with words, she could care less...
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Post by Santiago on Jul 26, 2007 22:55:07 GMT -5
A darkened unique-colored stud was pulled to the grounds with his mind. He was in the mood for a bit of fun and romance at the same time. A grin was snuck over his face as he eyes the chocolate covered mare and her asking for what she'd soon get. He hid in the shadows unseen but the scent was floating everywhere around them. [/size] |
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Post by Sinful Doubt on Jul 27, 2007 8:45:59 GMT -5
Just trying to get by.........
Nares flared at the scent of a stud, She now had a job coming forth. Unless he was one of the talkers, she hated those. The ones who always talked of love and a relationship with another. Thats not what she was meant to do, in fact she believed there was no such thing as love for anyone. Just survival instincts.
Just a day, Just an ordinary day |
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Post by Santiago on Jul 27, 2007 11:08:30 GMT -5
The dark lord stepped out of the shadows into the light and harshly bit the flanks of the mistress. A snear was on his lips as he circled her just once before mounting her. There was no use in wasting time with these foolish ticks. The dark stud thrusted hardly, trying to cause pain to the mare.
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Once as all over and done, and the lord has his little fun he dismounted and bit her hindquarters once more. He backed away slightly and eyed the wench with a grin over his maw. [/size] |
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Post by Sinful Doubt on Jul 27, 2007 13:07:06 GMT -5
As the world turns....
She just rolled her eyes at his foolish attemps to cause her pain. She had been hardened from the attempts of other studs. He was nothing. She traced her path 'pon a hill as she lead herself away. What she came for she got and she would be back after she dropped child. Carrying the lines was all she knew. All she would ever know. The setting sun was a sight to see, yet she saw none of it. Her mind was focused on where to go next. A very direct femmora she was.
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