Litetracer
New Horse
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly-Langston Hughes
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Lite
Jul 28, 2007 22:48:45 GMT -5
Post by Litetracer on Jul 28, 2007 22:48:45 GMT -5
After a long rest, Lite awoke to find herself in a large, open area. The scent of other horses filled her nostrils. The mustang arose to the grass around her. She shook her frame, releasing the grass and other debris stuck to her. Her auds flicked every way. She didn't miss one sound. Her forelock hung over her globe. Litetracer looked around. "Maybe someone will come?" she thought. "Will I find love?" raced through her mind. She was excited.
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Lite
Jul 29, 2007 9:34:05 GMT -5
Post by -Saphire- on Jul 29, 2007 9:34:05 GMT -5
As Prince searched the barren landscape for a small simple stream in which he could cleanse his thirst he scented another equine. His soft orbs searched the horizon and a small outline of a fae became visible. His heartpace quickened and he forgot all about his demanding thirst.
His daggers pounded the ground but strangely they made no inprint on the lumpy soil beneath. His banner waved in the wind and he raised his cranium high and perfected his steps. He finally reached were the dove was standing and stopped a few steps away.
Good Morning M'Lady.,
He spoke. His words sounded strange and different to him since he had not spoken to another equine in such a long time. He still kept his delicate posture and then broke it by bowing deeply for the fae.
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Litetracer
New Horse
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly-Langston Hughes
Posts: 3
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Lite
Jul 29, 2007 11:21:59 GMT -5
Post by Litetracer on Jul 29, 2007 11:21:59 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, I'm not to good at posting. But you rock!
Lite saw the stag. She smiled weakly and greeted him "Hello. Who might you be? My name is Litetracer. But please, you may call me Lite." She bowed her head. "Hmm, an Arabian?" she thought. Her globes focused on him.
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Lite
Jul 30, 2007 9:03:50 GMT -5
Post by -Saphire- on Jul 30, 2007 9:03:50 GMT -5
occ: tis ok
The brute and accepted her bow as he listened to her soft speech that seemed to fill the atmosphere with warmth and happiness. He seemed to focus on something in the distance...
It is a pleasure to meet you Lite.
He said, returning his soft gaze to the dove. She was indeed beautiful with her soft orbs and gentle movement. He smiled warmly and welcomely at her.
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