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Post by Love on Jun 18, 2012 18:02:04 GMT -4
The 15.3 hand Fresian mare entered the abdobe. It was pretty with waterfalls and valleys. The grass was green as emeralds and the water was crystal clear. The Fresian mare's name was Ebony and she was looking for a herd. Her own herd had been taken by humans when she was two. She managed to not get caught and ran away. Since then she had been living the life of a lonor for a year and wanted a change from that. She wanted a home and a herd. She didn't care who's herd she was in though. She assumed her herd had died when the humans captured them.She was thankful that day that she didn't get captured. She walked over to a tree. She sighed and laid down under the shade of the tree. The abdobe was pretty but it was hot.
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Post by chey on Jun 18, 2012 18:10:02 GMT -4
Thunder shook the ground as four white hoofs carried a white horse across the emerald green grass to a place where only the best grass grew. Thunderhead was his name and he was a powerful and very trusted stallion. Being white had disavatges, but when he came into a clearing humans and horse's knew that Thunderhead was there. Thunderhead snorted and knew he needed to find mare's for his land if not it could be taken away and quick. Thunderhead snorted and his auds looked around for any mare's in sight, but he couldn't see any today. A loud whicker escaped his lips as it clearned the country side of the Abdobe looking for any mare around.
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Post by Love on Jun 18, 2012 18:13:37 GMT -4
The blue black fae laid back her auds as she listened for any sign of another horse. She couldn't see any though. She heard a winny though and it sounded like it was coming from the north of her. The Fresian mare stood up under the tree. She nickered back as she looked around. She still couldn't see any stallion or mare here though. She walked towards the small stream and took a couple of swallows of the cool clear crystal water. It was so cool and refreshing. She knew however that some water was toxic but his wasn't. She knew that because toxic water smells funny and this water did not smell funny.
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Post by chey on Jun 18, 2012 18:28:38 GMT -4
Thunderhead came pounding over the hill across from the stream. He looked down and saw a black fae drinking the water from the stream. Thunderhead snorted and a whinny left his lips as he looked at the beautiful black fae. Thunderhead came trotting to the stream, but stopped when he got closer adn tossed his up.M'Lady He nickered toward her as he walked up to the stream to take a drink. He had travel across the land from his home on the mountains.
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Post by Love on Jun 18, 2012 18:35:03 GMT -4
The black fae lifted her head from the stream as she heard hooves pounding on the grass and dirt of the abdobe. He had four white hooves. "M'Lady." He said to the black fae. She spoke"Hello. Might i ask your name? My name is Ebony." She said her voice as angelic as that of angels singing. It was like angels were singing it was melodious. Today it was hot as the sun was beating on the land. It must have been at least 80 degree's out today it was so hot. She wondered what the stallions name was. She flicked back her twin towers as she waited for a reponse from the stallion.
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Post by chey on Jul 3, 2012 15:57:08 GMT -4
Thunderhead snorted and looked at the black fae and moved his head where his blue eyes showed between his long white forlock. Thunderhead listened the sweet words that left the mare's muzzle.What a very pretty name for a very beautiful Fae, I am Thunderhead.He tossed his head up and snorted again. The sun was hot across his white pelt, but he didn't move he stood there with the black mare named Ebony.
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Post by Love on Jul 3, 2012 17:03:52 GMT -4
"Why thank you Thunderhead." She replied to the stallion's comment about her name. The blue black ebony fresian stomped her hoof as a fly landed on her hock. The fly buzzed off and landed on her head. She was annoyed and shook her head. Finally the fly was off and didn't come off. The flys were buzzing that was for sure but it was summer so what can you expect. The hot beating sun was beating down on her black ebony pelt.
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