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Post by megpainthorse on Apr 12, 2006 1:14:55 GMT -5
a 2 year-old dapple grey filly trots to the tide and lets it hit her feet then she lyed so the ocean could hit her while the waves brushed up agianest her she went into thought then she got they daze where is deep into her thoughts. as the waves hit her she pays no atention to anything but her thoughts
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Post by ~:~Running Wild~:~ on Apr 13, 2006 21:33:06 GMT -5
The large, mahogany stallion danced in the light breeze. His strong pillars quaking as the hit the ground. Tiger, they called him, a 16.2 hh stallion, mahogany bay with a feather entwined into his mane. 4 - years - old, he was nearing the position of lead stallion of Alsea. The stag noticed a dappled filly, coated with silver, laying on the golden sand. His daggers traipsed through the small rocks, clinging to them as they were wet from the waves. The water only reached his pastern, but it still was refreshing to the male equine. He halted before the mare and snorted. He was one of leadership, beliving he was in charge. He wanted her to realise that. He made the snort have a threating edge, hoping the message would register in the mare's mind.
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Post by criticalblonde01 on May 1, 2006 18:31:33 GMT -5
Close by, a mare named Desert Dancer, a thoroughbred mare, a 15.3 hh chestnut to be exact, was galloping near by. They soon realised why she was galloping, there were humans closing in on all sides. They had nets, tazers, guns, and ropes. Soon they were closing in even more. Tired, and fearful, they all ran for it, kicking and fighting their way through the crowds of people to watch. They made it by rearing and kicking the people. They were gone, the ropes following closly behind them, but never actually even touching them.They were free... for now.
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Post by ~:~Running Wild~:~ on May 2, 2006 21:04:37 GMT -5
Tiger craned his large, powerful neck, his deep, brown eyes monitoring the thoroughbred's actions. This one seemed reckless and wild. It much resembled himself. He smiled, nodded to the dappled filly, and trotted towards the chestnut. "Lo,I be Tiger. Yourself?" He noticed the retreating humans. "Nice technique. You have great aim." The stag was referring to how well the mare had bucked, kicked, and reared.
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