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Post by Torchwood on Apr 11, 2007 6:38:12 GMT -5
Navaare's hoofbeats rang out against the grassy plain, and she stopped every few seconds to listen for the noises commonly made only by other equids. Her twin towers flickered backwards, forwards and then to the side as she reached what could be called the mainstay of the land; a hilltop that gave her accessed views of every part of the forest. She let a rare smile creep across her face, but quickly wiped her maw clean. These were new lands, and she may indeed be chased off like before. Don't get too attached, Navaare, she told herself. She scraped the ground and raised her head into the air, catching a thermal. No scents she could familiarise with, and that meant no other horses. Maybe...no...maybe, she thought. Then some kind of madness grabbed her. She reared up and struck the air violently with her front hooves, imitating the many stags she had seen over the years of her travels with her mother.
"I, Navaare, claim this land as my own,"
She remained in the air for only a short time after her call, then she relaxed. Now she had some time for herself; maybe to go swimming, or find a mate.
POST STATUS: [Finished] // Unfinished
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Post by -Saphire- on Apr 13, 2007 19:16:02 GMT -5
accepted
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