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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 16:28:51 GMT -5
Ohkay, wells its fixed.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 16:34:51 GMT -5
ooc:// thanks ic:// I snorted, water dripping from my darkish coloured mug.
Reason being? I hissed.
I looked and him from head to toe. What was his problem. I was a very sure footed horse. Sure he is taller than I, but that doesn't mean that he as speed and agility. Look at the draft horses, they have all the height and muscle tone that they can have. But they are slow horses. I myself being a spirited horse who is naturally in the desert with sands can surely run in water better than this mustang.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 16:40:55 GMT -5
ooc:// No problehy.
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Dark grey orbs rolled Reason being... those mites will be after you twice as much as before.[/i] Replied jet lips.
'Don't play me like that, fool. I'll beat you in any race.' The raven-colored stallion got that look many times before.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 16:48:26 GMT -5
I rolled my eyes, taking another mouthful of refreshing water before stepping out.
I don't believe in, myths I hissed at his ear as I walked past him.
I grabbed a few blades of grass, chewed and then swallowed. Then decided to speak again. I opened up my chaps.
What can a stallion with the likes of you, do to me? I muttered.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 7, 2007 16:51:34 GMT -5
Were a bright one aren't we?
Meaning bugs, oh smart one. I mock-bowed.
I shook my mane of the pests and looked around.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 7, 2007 16:55:32 GMT -5
I snorted, rolling my eyes again.
I know what mites are, dimwhit. I am not stupid. What horse though, really, can be scared of bugs? I asked.
I flicked my tail, head up tall, muscles twitched and rippled.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 8, 2007 14:52:23 GMT -5
I flicked my tail.
You, apparently.
I glanced defiantly at the fire-colored creature and dipped my head to nibble on a few blades of grass, unphased by the flies buzzing in the shade.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 8, 2007 21:45:57 GMT -5
I snorted, loudly. Nares flared slightly. Audits pinned back as my sharp ivories bared. Large eyes watched him with a glare narrow.
Are you trying to start something, stag? I hissed.
Dread locks flicked accross my flank. Hooves stayed on the ground, my mood had changed greatly. Serpintine arched, muscular bodic rippled under my tight flesh.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 9, 2007 6:03:18 GMT -5
I snorted. This brute is a fool. He seems like hes just starting to know the ways here... Torchwood thought casually;
Eyes rolling, Hey, loosten up. Your way too uptight. Roll with the punches. Im not scared of you one bit, but im not intrested in a brawl. Theres nothing i want from you.
Black flesh rippled as the stallion raised his muzzle to sniff the air.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 9, 2007 22:02:19 GMT -5
I snorted, lifting my head. Features softend a tad. I am dark, what can I say. I am horrible.
Think before you speak. You should see your self. You yourself is getting all worked up for some weird reason. I muttered.
I flicked my tail, grabbing some more blades.
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Post by Horsewings on Jul 11, 2007 18:34:54 GMT -5
I snapped my head towards him.
Don't speak to me like that. Learn to show respect. I replied.
I kept my glare on him for a few more seconds before turning to scope out the rest of the land.
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Post by Brenna on Jul 12, 2007 0:20:44 GMT -5
I smirked. Then walked around him a bit.
Oh, touchie. Look who is worked up now, why should I show you respect. Sure you are taller than I. But you don't see me stopping myself. True darks... well.. aren't scared of anything that may seem to be imtimadating. I muttered to him.
Maybe it is you who has to show it first.
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