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.T e n e r a. Knows Little
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Joined: Jul 2005 Gender: Female  Posts: 5 Karma: 0 |  | its the passion that i feel .. « Thread Started on Jul 4, 2005, 12:03pm » | |
for what i just don't know is real ..
.T e n e r a.
A pretty little creature delicate and lithe. So fragile it looked as the softest of breezes, the gentlest of whispers could blow her over as she stood on top a rocky knoll. Lengthily blade of foliage bend and sway beneath her warm breathe. Olive voids scan aimlessly ‘round the terra. She ventured down the rocky slope after only moments of surveying the scenery below. Her face remained relatively blank with no smile to pull her lips skywards or a frown to pull them downwards, only the starry eyed look occupied the barren face. The sallow mare traipsed though the slender blades of grass that brushed against her ivory hide as moved, her ears twitched occasionally to the sounds that surrounding her. She reached the valley below and stood in the shade of a willow. A chorus of valid and smoothly compelling notes were released into the morning air. The call blending within the silence that haunted her. Twin harks twitched on occasion as she waited aimlessly for a stallion ..
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voice// tenera hue// ivory blood// egyptian arabian age// 2 summers past sex// feminine alliance// neutral leader// Edge love// Edge offspring// none portrait// ![[image]](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/h0ttd0gg590595/Tenera2.jpg)
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Mysti Knows Little
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Joined: Jul 2005 Posts: 11 Karma: 0 |  | Re: its the passion that i feel .. « Reply #1 on Jul 4, 2005, 12:25pm » | |
Stag, as black as night, wandered forth insearch of life. He had no real life, unless stalking the night alone or aling in the rain was a life. He snorted and looked up. He saw a pretty mare. The rain fell pon him and her, but, even though Storm hated dryness, he didnt want the pretty creature to get soaked. He reared and called to the heavens. Upon landing, the rain stopped. He panted for a minute or two, then cantered up to where she stood.
"Hello m'lady. I be Storm, who are you?"
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.T e n e r a. Knows Little
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Joined: Jul 2005 Gender: Female  Posts: 5 Karma: 0 |  | Re: its the passion that i feel .. « Reply #2 on Jul 4, 2005, 9:56pm » | |
.T e n e r a.
The slender dame flicked her head to the side, her golden drenched locks clinging to her slender curvature. Lobes pivot on top a delicately crested cerebrum as a. An amused smile danced upon her silken lips as they parted only slightly releasing a soft chorus of varied sweet notes. She craned her slender boa in an oddly elegant fashion to view the stallion better. She knew he was there but intended to make him wait till he grasped his stunning prize, Her.
A vibrant array of jubilant fluid was thrust from her delicate cerebrum. Her multihued voids matching the rain’s pattern as it descended from the livid vapors above her. Her floral aroma smelled sweet as honey, exotic as ginger, warm as vinilla but soft as a peonie flower. She was in heat therefor making sure her plumage was tucked neatly. She flung herself around, loping with an unintended but undenyable grace that could sweep your breath away in a single bound if you let it. She eyed him tauntingly and stood silently as he approached.
"Tenera"
She cooed softly. Her vocals barley audable as they had never been so smooth. A mischeveous grin tugged grntly at the corner of her satin lips as they parted releasing a smooth sweet note.
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voice// tenera hue// ivory blood// egyptian arabian age// 2 summers past sex// feminine alliance// neutral leader// Edge love// Edge offspring// none portrait// ![[image]](http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/h0ttd0gg590595/Tenera2.jpg)
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Mysti Knows Little
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Joined: Jul 2005 Posts: 11 Karma: 0 |  | Re: its the passion that i feel .. « Reply #3 on Jul 7, 2005, 1:02pm » | |
"pleasure."
He spoke back to her with softened words. He reached forth to nudge her boa. Twas slender and lithe, beautiful and angelic. He nickerd softly and nuzzled her maw.
He was quite the opposite of the angel mare. He was a pure coat black as she was ivory white. He bore a pleasent expression, but darkness was born upon his whithers. he fought against it, releasing the slight light from withing his bodice. Audes pricked, he waited.
He urged on nature to bring on a gift. The gift of romance. A lovly light mist slipped forth and swirled aroung thier bodies, moisture slapping against his legs. He smiled, his whole body hidden from veiw with delicate rays of a ghosty white. All but his head, which looked over the mist with a smile plastered upon his maw.
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