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Post by Mystic on May 5, 2007 21:06:13 GMT
Mystic, moved slowly throw the area, her honey brown eyes moved around slowly. Her ears flicked as she listened to the sound around her, she moved slowly from the tree into a clearing. She was in need of water she was move slowly. She was a young mare; she had just turned three year old. She had left her mother on her deathbed. Her coffee colored Coat shine in the light of the sun.
She beats her hoof on the ground some as she lower he head and nibbled some of the sweet green grass. Her tail moved some as she ate some, She moved slowly closer to the where she was new so she could be spooked be anything new. She stood still as she chews the sweet grass in her mouth some, honey brown eyes moved over the area. It was empty she was alone.
Mystic had made her way slowly over the water as she looked around once more for any danger. As she lowered her, head again and started to drink. The cool water was welcome in her lips and her body, she need a drink. Her ear kept rotated to listen if anyone was going to come up beside her.
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Post by Clear*Skies on May 5, 2007 21:46:46 GMT
4 Ebon Daggers Had Stopped. His Passages Told Him A Mare Was In Distance, But Where?
Trap Wasn't Really Looking For A 'Toy' Today, He Was Just Passing By.
New Sights In Old Land
He Thought, He Let His Shinning Orbs Scan Around The Familiar Filed For The Mare He Could Smell So Strongly.
Target Locked...And What A Fine Catch.
He Changed His Stepping To Sound Silent. The Sun Beamed Down Upon His Ebon Bodice, Sweat Began To Form, He Did Not Care.
A Few Steps Apart He Had Been Carried, He Stood Still Waiting For Her Reaction, A Quick Small, Sly, Evil, Grin Whipped Across His Ebon Velvets...
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Post by Mystic on May 5, 2007 21:57:21 GMT
Mystic, ears moved some as she go the scent of the Stag, her coffee color head moved from the water as she turned to Face him. Her mother had always told her not to give in so easy to any stag. Honey brown orbs moved over his Ebony body. Her ears moved back some as she moved a dagger over the soft ground. Her muscles rippled under her coat some, she still need the much need fat in place, she was still working on her grown body. “Well trying to be sly and sneak up on a girl but you owns scent gave you away Sir” she said her voice was soft but she did not sound weak. Her tail moves some as she again looks over the stag in front of her.
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Post by Clear*Skies on May 5, 2007 22:13:33 GMT
So It Be...But Your Sent Is Stronger Than Mine...Quite Attracting
He Said Narrowing His Eyes As His Grin Grew Longer.
Eyes Looked At Her Coffee Build, He Tilted His Head In Admiration, Taking In Everything About Her. He Took Just One Step Forward And Looked Into Her Orbs,
If Its Not To Forward For Me To Ask, Why Might Such A Lovely Mare, Such As Yourself Be Here?
He Asked With The Bad Guy Flattery, He Wanted This One, He Won't Let Her Slip Though His Fingers... |
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Post by Mystic on May 5, 2007 22:29:00 GMT
Mystic looked over him some as he spoke Honey orbs moved over him as he stepped closer to her, a smirk moved over her lips as he spoke again.
“Well Sir, I know that my Scent fail me in showing where I am,” she lowered her head some as she nibbled again on some grass as she looked up at him some. She blinked and then said “ well no that is not that Forward. I am a loner I roam where I wish from time to time I met other. I have never found a place to call home or a stag so bold to try to make me come with him.” she said as her head moved up some as she looked over him once more as she smirked. “It most like you have a herd of mare waited for you some where I know this, but I could be wrong” she said as she looked into his eyes.
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Post by Clear*Skies on May 5, 2007 22:40:42 GMT
Oh No No No No!
He Chuckled, His Pleasure Of This Meeting Rising High. This Mare Knew Her Place, Soming He Liked, But She Will Need To Learn More When She Comes With Him,
I Have No Herd, I Only Have A Fake Father...Don't Ask!
His Anger Began To Show Slitly. He Hated His 'Fake Father'.
His Flicked His Ribbon And Let His Vocal Speak Once More Of His Ink Words,
Is It Wrong Of Me To Ask Your Curse?
He Asked.
Wrong, Curse, Two Of His Favoratie Words, They Expalin Him So Much. His Expression Showed This... |
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Post by Mystic on May 5, 2007 23:02:59 GMT
Mystic looked at him “ no really, I guest I was wrong then, I figure a good looking Stag as you are would have a herd of mare” she said as she grinned. She could tell his nest words where more of angry of his fake father she again looked at him and then to the water. “ if that something you don’t like to talk about then I well not bring it up again sir” She looked back at him “ no not at all sir my Calling is Mystic” she said as her honey brown eyes moved over him.
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Post by Clear*Skies on May 6, 2007 8:10:23 GMT
A Light Eh...Pfft, How Annoying, Oh Well.
He Thought In His Box, He Shook His Head Telling The Suckers To Fly Away.
Well, Mystic, Who Someone Like You Such As Dare To Follow Me Back To-...
He Paused Find The Words To Describe His 'Home',
Er...My Home.
He Said, Turn Slightly To The Right Telling Her, "This Is The Direction".
He Flicked His Ribbon And Waited For her Reply. |
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Post by Mystic on May 6, 2007 16:51:38 GMT
Mystic blinked some as she moved to the side of him as she grinned. “ Some like me my Drak sir, you must think I am a light but you be wrong on the note” she said some as she looked in the Direction he was showing her. “ Lead the way” she said as she moved her coffee body some they where not to far from each other she could smell his scent as she place it with in her mind.
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Post by Clear*Skies on May 6, 2007 20:25:22 GMT
[Occ]Okies I'm Gonna Set Up A Post[/Occ]
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Post by Mystic on May 6, 2007 20:59:13 GMT
[Ooc] okay
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