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Post by THE ADMIN on Dec 31, 2007 19:24:35 GMT -5
Your Tears Don’t Fall, They Crash Around Me
Her Conscious Call The Guilty To Come Home
The buckskin mare came into the lands a little solemnly. She was lonely, no doubt about that. But getting a home would be miserable. She liked being independent, herd life wasn’t for her. She hated to be controlled and hated depending on others. That was alright wasn’t it? She snorted and shook her head somewhat and look around. Would anyone join her?
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Post by ISIS! <3 on Jan 1, 2008 6:32:36 GMT -5
A r y t i a ,,
____Palomino pelt glistening in the cheerful sunlight, Arytia trotted her way down the small often used path. Ears flickering, Arytia nervously looked around. Unlike the sun, she wasn't so cheerful. How could she be? She was in a foreign land, with new smells and new horses. As she slowed down, she noticed a mare. It seemed that gloominess radiated from her, and the air around her seemed almost, heavy. Though afraid, the Arabian mutt felt a curiosity, who was this? Keeping her distance, she watched carefully.
[WORD COUNT] I'm not going to bother.
[COMMENTS] :3
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Post by THE ADMIN on Jan 1, 2008 6:42:10 GMT -5
Your Tears Don’t Fall, They Crash Around Me
Her Conscious Call The Guilty To Come Home
Tears Don’t Fall jerked her head up with a start as the new scents reached her nose. She looked around, her quarter head rose high, nostrils flared, the whites of her eyes showing. Finally she rested them on the palomino mare. Her eyes and nostrils returned to normal and her ears pricked, her head rose even higher in curiosity. She nickered to the mare, inviting her to join her.
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Post by ISIS! <3 on Jan 1, 2008 6:52:33 GMT -5
A r y t i a ,,
____Though the other mare seemed a little spooked, when she saw Arytia, she invited her over. Arytia cautiously, walked over, at a slow pace. "Hello, I am Arytia, you?" Her voice was quiet, maybe even a little whiney. But definately nervous. Arytia wasn't usually one to start a conversation, but the other mare had invited her over, she couldn't just stand there. Ears flickered for an answer, front right hoof digging the ground respectfully. The mare was a pretty one, buckskin.
[COMMENTS] I have given up the word count all together, unless I actually post something longer than 8 sentences. |
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Post by THE ADMIN on Jan 1, 2008 6:58:24 GMT -5
Your Tears Don’t Fall, They Crash Around Me
Her Conscious Call The Guilty To Come Home
Tears Don’t Fall watched as the mare walked over and spoke quietly. She was much shyer than Tears Don’t Fall. She smiled at the mare warmly, trying to build up her confidence. Hello Arytia. Nice to meet you! It’s nice to have some company as well. I am Tears Don’t Fall. You can call me Tears for short if you like. She couldn’t see why this mare was here and not The Homeless; she was pretty and would get a home nicely. Maybe she was like Tears Don’t Fall though, and preferred to depend on herself rather than others. It was much more fitting, and less risks. Or at least to her it was. She didn’t ask the mare though, that would be considered an invasion of privacy, this early in their acquaintance it would be at least.
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Post by ISIS! <3 on Jan 1, 2008 7:06:56 GMT -5
A r y t i a ,,
____Arytia listened patiently to what Tears Don't Fall said. A pretty name, Tears. Maybe a little sad, but it was better than her meaningless one. She wondered why this horse was not in the Homeless, she was plenty pretty and very outgoing. Arytia, being Nomad, naturally preferred to keep moving, staying in one place was not easy. "Nice to meet you too, Tears." Not sure of how to continue the conversation, Arytia said nothing. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, feeling an awkwardness.
[COMMENTS] Thinkin' the same thing, they are. xD |
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Post by THE ADMIN on Jan 1, 2008 7:13:36 GMT -5
Your Tears Don’t Fall, They Crash Around Me
Her Conscious Call The Guilty To Come Home
Tears Don’t Fall watched the mare; she said as few words as possible and immediately started fidgeting. She grimaced for a minute and bit her lower lip, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. She certainly didn’t want to be lonely again. She thought about asking her what she sought for in a stallion, but then it occurred to her that if she wanted a stallion she’d be in homeless. Asking her about her past would be plain rude. And asking her why she wasn’t in the homeless grounds could create emotional issues if there was an extremely good reason not to be there. Thinking that the mare might think she was ignoring her in the awkward silence, she quickly added, the pleasure is all mine. She went back to the silence, trying to think, but she just couldn’t. Giving in, she sighed and said, SO… umm… why are you here and not in the homeless grounds? She cringed, please don’t let there be any emotional issues. PLEASE!
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Post by wowposter on Nov 9, 2008 2:44:39 GMT -5
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