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Post by » Simi on Aug 8, 2008 11:01:15 GMT -5
WARNING: Very old roleplay example here, so I do apologise for the pathetic use of words here and also any spelling errors etc within the post that have been missed. BIC: A dapple white stood out from the sparse crowd. It was pretty much her and the scene. The silhouette wasn't minded upon the hot trails of the emerald lush, but the pure peltage gleamed wonderfully. Any equine would feel as if they were a gooey melted marshmellow in this heat. Although, she was a hotblood. She was built for these temperatures. It was odd for it to be such a warm day. It had only just dashed from Winter to Spring. Life seemed to be going so fast down there. No matter, enjoy what you have when you have it. Time. Time was a wonderful essence given out with your life, but soon enough...Snap - and it is gone. I should know. I myself was once of those stallions down there. She lured me into her trap in the dead of night. We had known each other for some time, and to my mind it was the proposal of becoming mates. Obviously I was wrong. That night within the pitch black, I was slaughtered by her. I fell for her so stupidly, fear her for her bite is strong and she is ruthless; so we shall carry our short tale further. The mare flicked her ears forward, her hooves directing where she was to point her body, quarters adjusting to that first. The huntress went by the blessing of Aveilia. More like curse...It suited the vixen. A mysterious, pretty name never usually masks a murderer. Her gray muzzle that blended through to thick Arabian whites and light grays was soaked sweetly by her previous, and quite recent, beverage by a river she had just passed. Aveilia's ears flicked in one direction. This only ment others were around. She kept her body language silent so suddenly, although elegance snapped up and finished the icing to the cake. That was, for the moment. The delicate figure could be seen faintly in the very faint fogs of the late afternoon. Could result in a short storm, a little rain, more snow or maybe it was just a simple mist built for the horror stories to chill the younger equines spines here and there. Who knew? "Finally..." Muttered the mare, craning her neck into a radiant moon crescent as she cantered gracefully ahead of time. She had only just spotted a nearby stream, and where there was a stream, there was a river or lake, and where that was...was civilisation. Soon enough came the sparse, claimed territory into the Arabian's view. A shrill whinny lurched from her vocal chords, snapping through the warm air and whisping to the ears of whoever, if any, had already found their way to the source. "They had better be the right alliance." She was sick to the bone of coming across a great piece of land owned by some light or neutral even. By the way, she isn't one to accept all that 'emotional dark' crap. She tossed her head wildly, coming closer only to find that it was a tall bush laid beneath a tree. Easily mistaken for a small equine, although she ignored it and travelled further onwards. Her tail flicked with irritation. This matched up to her pinned ears, only to show that she had absorbed more than enough isolation.
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