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Post by lexis on Apr 18, 2006 8:20:58 GMT -5
The young femora began to saunter over towards the stag, but slowed her pace as she drew near, then stopped . Although her flints had covered most of the distance the dame was still a few strides away from the brute. The fatale thrust her cranium to her ivory curvature and raised it once more. This was a signal to the russet hellion that he could come to both faens. Destiny was never one to come the whole way when others were involved but to meet them half way. That seemed fair to this maiden. (sorry I keep on forgeting about this post and my muse has died....)
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 18, 2006 15:33:26 GMT -5
He shifted his hard cannons into movement, striding nearer with a whicker of greeting. He extended his jetcarbon-hued velvet, papers flaring to draw in their scent without seeming too forward. His receptors confirmed what he had guessed from his previous perceptions: both faens were full of youth. Not juvenile, but younger than he by a few solar rotations at least.
(whips muse into the ground)
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Post by lexis on Apr 22, 2006 16:00:13 GMT -5
The femora's melodic tones let loose an engaging sound "'Ello, I am Destiny, of arabic linage, and this is Exotica with the same decent. And who would you be?" (like I said before my muse has left me so its a very short post)
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 23, 2006 11:45:38 GMT -5
Leviathan took a step back, exaggerating the elegant curvature of his crest upon his debated retreat. He was unmistakeably of arabian heritage, for no other bloodlines could possibly have given him such a fine tapered mug and regal bearance.
He did not wish for a casual exchange of lyrics, for to him they were not small trifles to be tossed back and forth in earnest. He never uttered a stanza that wasn't worth saying, and if he found something unnecessary he would not bother to say it. What was in a name anyway? His was tied to his lifestyle more than most. Indeed the striking princely equine was much a monster of the sea, having been spat out upon countless forsaken beaches to meet rejection and battle time after time. The tortured being before them was still as classically handsome as his lineage bespoke, but his mind was unwhole and prone to let his Dark side take the helm for a stretch of time.
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Post by Alto on Apr 23, 2006 21:52:54 GMT -5
Exotica watched as the faen and hellion approached each other, and she quietly stepped back. Surley, she hadn't a stallion of her own, but she spotted some sort of liking between the two. She halted not too far away, and lowered her stained mug to the few patches of beachgrass below. She would only come if acknowledged.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 24, 2006 17:51:07 GMT -5
The pale faen was still within the range of his peripheral vision, and he swung his crown in her direction. Letting out a whicker of welcome, he coaxed her closer, wishing not to exclude either faen. His gaze flickered to the first again, checking to see if she understood his silence. As one raised on misunderstanding, he held no great hopes for the unsaid words of his silent communication.
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Post by lexis on Apr 25, 2006 15:32:36 GMT -5
Destiny understood the silence. Sometimes it held more then words ever could. The dove suddenly relized that Exotica did not follow, besides she did not feel that this stag was anything more then a friend, and Exotica was her friend too. Her alabaster stilts took a few steps towards the vix then a charismatic tune was emitted from her vocals (where else lol). "Exotica, what is wrong?" Her spheres held nothing but care and her words were meaningful.
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