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Post by Tortuga on Feb 18, 2007 13:21:21 GMT -5
Crania held high, Tortuga entered these lands. Her purpose was only to stay until she found a bronc who wasn't cruel enough to forcebreed her upon first meeting. Or any meeting, in fact. She was not but a vixen looking for pleasure, she was an individual voice, one who had a say in what went on around her. She hoped. Tail of copper clamped to her rump, she lowered her elegant crania, nibbling at the foliage. Peltage of white and chestnut seemed to come alive as she moved, the colors flashy, confusing optics of any other looking at her.
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Post by Episkey on Feb 18, 2007 13:27:40 GMT -5
 He made a silent two beats with prints of every shoe. His crania was held high and proud. Above the hills he saw a white blod of paint. He picked up his stride and raced down the hill ot the blob. He force claimed the mare by lnipping her nare, and puchsed her muzzle aside. Rute examined the mare as circling. Im Rute King of Eclipse. And you are? |
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Post by Tortuga on Feb 18, 2007 15:37:40 GMT -5
Tortuga stepped back a few steps, crania held high, whipcord of copper clamping even more to her rump. She tossed her crania, sending tresses flying back into the breeze. She wasn't sure if she wanted to release her cursing, but her heat made her more attracted to the bronc. What harm could there be? Likely alot. She, the neutral mare, against him, obviously a dark. There would be no mercy if she didn't release her cursing, so... oh, how she hated when this happened.
I am cursed Tortuga.
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