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Post by taylor77 on Jul 28, 2008 14:01:10 GMT -5
Name: Felicity Give her a nickname and your dead Age: Five Gender: Mare Color: Bay, Whats it to ya? Breed: Arabian Height: 15.2hh Alliance: One word. Dark. Purely, critizing others. Most others were weaklings, light cowardly hiding from fights. Well not her. She has killen foals, but for good reason. And now shes wanted. Want to change that?
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Post by taylor77 on Jul 28, 2008 14:47:55 GMT -5
Meet this new mare, Felicity. Yeah, old name deal with it. Mostly everything about her was different. Do you have a secret? Hm? Well, If your so nosey here you can know it. Zoom back a year ago:
Wow look! Its her again. That little intelligent mare who now stands at 15.2hh. But she was far from this what you call it, Mount Vesevius? Blood stained hooves purely marked her proudly, the two heirs lying before her. Smart to do it in night? Luring the two yearlings into the forest to show them something that never existed, once deep enough she slaughtered them on that exact spot. Then running to the border, scar less. Odd the patrol had'nt been there.
Now, That’s go back to the current place, Please? Good. She was wanting by that herd, probably still searching for her. Sad they wouldn't find this Arabian mare. So, hooves sinking into the riverbed, harks flicking to the sounds it made relaxing her greatly. Forelock moved from her view, she looked at her reflection. Felicity wasn't obsessed with her looks, she was beautiful, Did you want her to brag about it? So there you go. Felicity.
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