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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on Apr 1, 2006 12:00:39 GMT -5
Curse Me: Dance The Tango Know Me: Fandango My Blood: Hanoverian Winter’s Survived: 4 Measure Me: 17hh Color Me: Dapple Grey Scent of a: Stallion Alliance Me: Rebel About Me: Fandango is quite loving and he truly cares 100% for his beloved mares. Lost in a tragedy, he became used to the darker ways while living on his own. Therefore he became one allianced, Rebel. Dark ways he can show, but for the most part those actions of a Heaven Kissers. Past: Used to rule over at the realm of Creative Canyons before death fell upon it. Fandango was lucky to escape and he is searching for a new land to call home. He lost his 6 mares and 5 foals. Forever it will scar his heart. Appendages lengthened there stride, carrying the dappled brute further and further into this unknown territory. Slowly he was leaving his past lands behind and coming upon another. Twin Zeniths perks to the heavens and strut became more bouncy and full. Paper thins flare rapidly and occuli darts around wildly. Everything was new. New scents, sounds, sights. Nothing was the same. Coming upon this realm, he sensed more peace and tranquility. Not all was a crimson battle. Visage rose higher and banner streaked out behind him. Gait turned a bit choppy then to halt. Frame stood tall and proud as he overlooked his new home. It was dark and light. Nothing was perfect, nothing was deadly. Occuli dart over the serene setting. Towards the east, lay a dark forest. A line seemed to be drawn and that’s where the woods started. The woods were dark and seemingly dangerous. Strange sounds come from within and shudder was brought fourth to show his discomfort. Gaze locked on the west where a crystal pool lay shadowed by a mighty falls. A rainbow streaked across the bow of the falling crystal. Then north was a meadow, full of wildflowers. The greenery was lush and full. Then where he stood, on the rocky outcroppings, he rock were of all sorts, bound together after many years. His new terrain was of all the neutral lands bound together in one. Forever he would live here with his queen and rise babes of their very own. But where is his queen? She was not here! Was he not to have a queen? NO! That had to be impossible! To live life to the fullest all equines brute needed at least one vixen in their lives. Maybe she was at another part of the lands. Chassi moved forwards and padded talons cut there way down the rocky slopes and into the meadow. If she was more on the dark side, she would be hidden within the shadowed bark. If she was more of the light ways, she would reside among the meadow and crystal liquid. Twin Zeniths prick forwards at the sight of the clear crystal. Whatever alliance she learned toward, He would be at the crystal ponds. Appendages moved his bulky frame near the waters. Short whinny is emitted to show his joy and he pounded into the crystal. Limbs splashing about and drenching his entire bodice. He shook and made his way out of the crystal after some time. The sun began to rise to its fullest where it then would begin its decent. Short is given the tired appendages moved his soaken frame over to the meadow where he lowers with a groan. Limbs kick out and he rolls. Flipping from side to side, banner floundering alongside. He rose, and shook, dust coming off in sheets. Occuli dart around once more to see if maybe he had m,issed her some where. None was seen and longing whinny shrilled. He snorted and began to doze of in the warm heat of the sunlight bearing down. The sun soon began drying his dappled hide and banner moved freely in the soft breeze that blew. All was perfect….well not until his queen arrived.[/center][/color]
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Post by msytery on Apr 16, 2006 18:39:07 GMT -5
ooc:*gasps* wow u can only get a post like that outa me once every Green moon...*giggles* thats one every 100 years
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on Apr 16, 2006 19:02:19 GMT -5
OoC: Thankies!! Lol!! I only do that every so often!! Not every time tho!!!!!!! It's actually not that good......
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Post by Myribae on Apr 16, 2006 20:07:07 GMT -5
The pleasant equus entered the scape, navigators locked on the earthen. As her attractive bulk glided through the acreage, the lordress flexed her furred boa. Her henna visage slithered through the puzzle of the forestry.
As quickly as she spotted him, her love, she flew to his presence. [Greets, lord.]she chorused. She exhaled loudly, barrel widening then shrinking to its shape. Her velvet labrums ran across Fandango's nape in a sign of warmth. After the countless moments of living the fantasy of being in this wonderful terrain with the perfect czar, she lumbered to the wood again.
Once in the timbers again, the contessa became more alert as she dodged the infinate amount of foliage, careful not to step apon any rodents. She swiftly weaved her way around all the shrubs and vegetation. She had no reason for this voyage through the forest, and she didnt know of her path.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on Apr 17, 2006 19:13:16 GMT -5
Fandango awoke from his dozing with a snort of surprise as a beautiful contessa made her way through the foliage to his side. Much affection was made on her part to him. Harks flickers forwards with much interests and nicker of joy is emitted to her. So long he has waited for a queen to call his own. Now he was the present king and aye, this must be his beautiful queen! The warm sun lay overhead as words of greeting were spoken to her, Welcome Love to our new lands! Yet another loving nicker parted from his mug while ashen mug trails over her crown and down her nape with loving nips of pure affection. Plume slips lazily across his hocks and occuli bright with joy. Though as soon as it seemed she came, the huntress made her way back into the darkened wood. Shrilling cry of despair was sent to her for she was here and now gone. But he would not chase after her like some loving-puppy. NO, he would stay here until she wanted to return to his side. Slowly as he watched her go, his lids began to droop then close while hind talon thingyed slightly. She would return after her adventures in the dark woods. Well, At least he hoped so....... *sry! tis quite short! I didn't have quite a lot of muse right now! *
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Post by Myribae on Apr 22, 2006 7:56:03 GMT -5
the countess noticed the brujen as he called to herself, so she quickly made her path out of the forestry, directing her being toward Fandango. With the joy for life that not as many held, she sounded a beautiful melody to her love. It is a pleasure to be in these new lanscapes, my king. Is it not?she soloed in her gentle tone she constantly wore.
Labrums exposed a faint form of happiness, knowing that nobody's generation could be half as lucky as hers. She had the perfect tempter. She had the perfect placing. The perfect allignment. Everything was as a fantasy for the tauntress. She sighed in relief, not understanding why or what caused this action to pursue. She didnt much care, though. All she knew was that she wasnt alone in this sometimes cruel world. ooc:Its ok, Fandango. I never have muse, for what I know.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on Apr 22, 2006 15:12:37 GMT -5
Fandango gave a snort of surprise when she quickly returned. Happiness lit in his occuli and his gaze burned with love. Twin zeniths perk towards the heavens and nuzzle of joy was given to her for coming back. He could not bear to have her not with him, for they still needed to get to know one another, then maybe one day they would have offspring to call their own. Deep whicker was brought aloud and vocals rang with a sweet melody, Tis a pleasure indeed. For grateful we should be for our elders chose us to be the Lord and Lady of this great land of our Rebeled alliance! He grunts softly and moves in closer so their frames touched. Plume swished back and fourth over his hocks and mug ran over her serpentine. Nuzzle was given to her with all his love, but more he wanted to know of her past. M’ lovely, what has life been like before here? Where did you come from? If you don’t mind me asking that is. He was quite curious to hear of her travels. Was her maternals allianced a rebel? Of neither? Curiosity sparked in his emerald occuli and dapple pelt gleaming in the warming sun. For peaceful it tis now but how long it lasts not any will know.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on Apr 30, 2006 13:53:29 GMT -5
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Post by Myribae on Apr 30, 2006 18:02:15 GMT -5
Soon, after Fandango's question, the dame shifted uneasily. He did have every right to know, since he was her love. Well, you see, I came from dark and dreary lands. My father, whom I do not recall his knowing, had always been cruel and harsh to my mother. His heart was made of ice, if he had one. But my mother, oh, the sensation of even thinking of her and her beauty and kindness, it fills me with joy. She looked much like me, yet her bright eyes were just so curious and full of the happiness of living. She was a very memorable light maiden. I do not remember one moment where she nipped me or was disappointed in my usually foolish actions. But the dreadful time came, where my father, a pure black arab, may I mention was dark, attacked my dam after a small disagreement, and sent her plunging to her death. After, I ran away, and grew into the maturity that I posess today. I left my lonely cave in the forestry and arrived here. Now, I know that I made the right choice. But that pinch of despair that overflows my being as I remember my mother never goes away from teasing and taunting me.She looked down, feeling flushed. She had never explained this to anyone before. She now looked to Fandango. She patiented for the brujo's reply. She new that he could't have bore a graver youth hood than she;hers was unbearable.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on Apr 30, 2006 18:26:57 GMT -5
Fandango shifted so he was a bit closer. Their hides touched for a mere instant before brushing past. His occuli soften and he spoke. M' love, tis a sad tale. Forever you should not be ashamed of your past. Your past reflects nothing of your future unless you want it to mirror it. I have had a fine past as i recall. Both my maternals were of a light alliances, loving and truly caring. I grew to a strappy brujo then left. I encountered much along my journey that made me stand up for myself. I had many close encounters with dark brutes out to kill. It made my heart harder enough to fight and love. That is why i am neither luce nor darq. His tones were soft and he wanted this huntress to become his true love, not because they reigned together, but because they did truly love one another. Deep sigh was made and he wished he never asked. For why should he bring up the past when the present was going just fine?
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Post by Myribae on May 2, 2006 19:55:44 GMT -5
The vix stood her ground, her warm gaze retreating to Fandango.My love, your recent times create you, and that is what differs you from the rest of the unpleasant tempters.She lovingly beheld her love's perfect frame, and she quietly stepped closer.You have no need to ponder upon the fact that you have negotiated with me and my past time, for there are few joyful moments. But of course, I have never dared approach any brute other than yourself. You are my only love, and it will stay that way for eternity.She soloed, almost reading her mate's thoughts. She gently fondled with Fandango's boa, and her expression grew to a confident and relieved timbre. But soon, as the clock's pillars changed, the tauntress slowed and weakened, feeling the need to doze off. Looking back to Fandango, the dame lowered herself carefully, and rested her empire on a softened sliver of soddical.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 8, 2006 20:26:40 GMT -5
Love warmed in his amber occuli and he gazes softly at her. A breeze that smelt of salt was present in the air and it tingled on his hide. Her melody so sweet and pure reached his harks and fell deep within his dreambox. She lay down and his own boa drooped slightly and hind pillar thingyed in relaxation. Long sigh if released and lids doze over as the pair rests in the warm sun to get ready for the nightly fun and games.
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Post by Myribae on May 13, 2006 9:09:02 GMT -5
the maiden slept soundly, barely exposing any clues of noise or discontentment. she secretly dreamed of Fandango, and pleasant thoughts floated through her resting mind. a while after, the countess awoke to find her love alseep. she gently reached her maw to his and then left him to doze. she lingered to he secretion only to lower her fine mug to it. she eased the liquid ithrough her labrums, and as she was done drinking this miracle, she quietly paced back to Fandango. she softened as she looked to his dished facade.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 13, 2006 18:50:26 GMT -5
Fandango awoke from his lazt doze to see his dear lover standing before him. Whicker of greeting was sent fouth to her and mug brought to hers. Twin zeniths flicker lazily and snort went though his nares. Hide twitches and shivers and teh cool evening settles in. Nickering in a sweet melody, How Are you doing M'love? Do you like our lands? he questioned softly, moving towards the crystal ponds to lower his mug and drink the crystals thirstily. when he raised his muzzles, drops of crystal fell to the grounds and he made his way back to his lady to hear her answer.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 13, 2006 18:51:05 GMT -5
Fandango awoke from his lazy doze to see his dear lover standing before him. Whicker of greeting was sent fouth to her and mug brought to hers. Twin zeniths flicker lazily and snort went though his nares. Hide twitches and shivers and the cool evening settles in. Nickering in a sweet melody, How Are you doing M'love? Do you like our lands? he questioned softly, moving towards the crystal ponds to lower his mug and drink the crystals thirstily. when he raised his muzzles, drops of crystal fell to the grounds and he made his way back to his lady to hear her answer.
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