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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Oct 14, 2008 16:55:50 GMT -5
B L A N C O A N U N
Blanc had been traveling Light territory for hours, staring at the beauty. Usually, he would have snorted at the pretty and said "Wow, this place is way too mare-ish." It went against everything he believed in, so he normally stuck around simple Light lakes and rivers, nothing too special.
But today was different. Today he had bucked off all his standards and took a walk through the loveliest Light lands. He neared a hill, which was of course lovely, and looked over the rise. The sun was just coming up, the horizon was a extraordinary pink, which made the land below absolutely blinding.
What... the... he thought, his eyes burning. A weird feeling crept down his spine as he went to investigate. Suddenly, he found himself amid jewels upon jewels, stacked up brilliantly. The place was sickening. Everywhere he looked, another blinding jewel. The weird feeling came back to him, and suddenly he was outraged. "This.. is.. too... GAWDY!!"
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Tikayla
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Post by Tikayla on Oct 18, 2008 14:12:29 GMT -5
Sweet Halo
She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be with Lola Blossom in the nursery but she really didn't care. She wanted to be here so she was going to be here. The Jewels had caught her attention and she loved them. Suddenly she heard a stag's exclaimation. She trotted closer, pert ears pricked to catch the sound. The stag she saw was huge.
"Hewo sir, my name is Schweet Hawo of the Wight Herd Symphony Faws. My mother is Fwing Heart and my father is Jynxed Hawo. What is your's," she asked in her sweet baby voice. She still couldn't properly pronounce words and it infuriated her. Most horses thought it was cute. She couldn't wait until she was done with it.
She stepped a bit closer to the stag. Her nose flared to catch his scent. It reminded her a bit of her mother's, more masculine, like her father's more than her mother's.
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Oct 29, 2008 17:39:08 GMT -5
"Oh..." Blanco an Un said awkwardly. He was always awkward around foals. "My name is Blanco an Un, Blanc for short, Of the Light herd." It was hard understand the little Mare. The accent of sorts was charmingly cute, but he wondered if the mare hated all the horses gewing and gawing over it. so he didn't say a thing.
"These jewels are way to gawdy, right?" he laughed nervously.
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