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Post by Myribae on May 14, 2006 12:37:49 GMT -5
Tis the finest of all acreages, love. I could not have inquired of a more pleasant living dome.she responded, chuckling at the sight of her love's maw soaked with aquilla bits. She shook her fair tassles, then sauntered closer to Fandango.Eve is approaching us, my dear. Do you wish for a warm spot on these wonderful area?she asked. Her attractive dome turned as the dame searched for a confortable spot for her and her mate to tranquilize. She softly smiled to Fandango.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 14, 2006 13:06:03 GMT -5
He bobed his apex up and down in a playful manner and leaped around his dear queen. Kissers part and reveal,Night is coming, there is no time for rest but for play. The demons come out at night and hunt thoes unworthy. The angels come frolick in the meadows. Tis time for fun, rest we have had, for the evening ahead will bring great fun and joy. Smirk settled over his handsom features and warm spark lit between the two. He loved the nighttime. Amber occuli gaze over his attractive queen and he know that the rulers above granted his wishes. She was everything he had ever hoped for. Nickers of joy is brought fourth and mug traces her outline. He is frolicky and jittery. Fandango moves a few paces off and rear sup high into the darkening skye, screaming loud he dances atop his hind pillars. Landing, he snorts and circles restlessly. |
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Post by Myribae on May 14, 2006 14:50:28 GMT -5
The lordress's excitement was exposed as she childishly bucked, her hooves gathering dust. She released a high-pitched chime, galloping to her love. She frivolously nipped his hock, and shied backward. She felt to happy, fun. This was the most enthusiastic moment of her life.ooc:sorry, I had to go to a soccer game 
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 14, 2006 18:38:53 GMT -5
Fandango leaped and snorted, his talons throwing dust up into the air. His loud squeals ringing as the moon arose and the stars came out. He lowers his apex and throws his hind end up into the air into a powerful buck. He twists and turns like a bucking bronc in a rodeo, only this wasn't for show, it was purely for fun. He lept into a roaring gallop across the meadow, Banner flying out behind him and appendages moved at lightning speed. He slowed and wrapped back around to his lady, passing her he nips her flank. Squealing he takes off once again, tossing his head and throwing bucks. His occuli sparkle with joy and his raspy whicker taunts, Come and Get Me! He cared not of these coltish actions. Who could bame them? Even thoes sucluded darqs long to run and buck and play.
OoC: Dat ok! |
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Post by Myribae on May 15, 2006 18:53:41 GMT -5
The ' ecstasy was now exposed with no cautiousness, and the lordress bounded after Fandango. She flexed her powerful boa to support her with a clench of her king's barrel. Spinning on her heels, she raced back to the forestry faster than the greatest bronc's might and power. She took one joyful glance back to the brujen posterior of herself, and she inched forth again, halting behing a large piece of foliage, invisible behind it. Bring it onshe grunted, only with an amplitude for her to receive.
She leaped out of her hiding location, careful not to be spotted by her love. She collected a mannerful canter toward the nucleus of teh timbers, feeling as she was the grandest creation standing in the wood. Her slightly onyxed aerial twitched toward the left, her concaved facade following. She squinted to create the illusion of Fandango, approaching. She silenced a squeal and kicked up her fetlocks, galloping away.
The countess kept progressing, pacing as though a fierce lion was famishedly chasing her. She quickly switched her leads, almost tripping. Keeping her precious balance, she dubiously looked behind her being. Not noticing any clues of her dearest fellow, she slowed. Captivating her lost breath, she heaved.
Once ready to take flight gain, the stalked, then trotted, then cantered. She faintly made out Fandango, then sped. She waited for his majesty to catch up with her within time, and tag her like a kidful hellion. She elevated her empire and closed her lanterns, feeling like a useless leaf being forced through a calm trade wind. She sighed as she galloped, not wanting to stop. To move beside Fandango for eternity, not stopping for any situations. Nothing could make her hesitate from this trance; she felt as though no problem existed in her existance. Realizing reality, she noticed that nothing would ever upset her. She has the perfect life now.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 16, 2006 18:52:50 GMT -5
Hunter reared up and screamed hellishly before taking off after his queen. He squealed and fought to go faster and faster, trailing her. She disappeared into the shadows and he slowed to try and follow. She was once again off into the meadow and he followed. His stride lengthened and he galloped on. Flints striking the ground faster and faster as he caught to catch up to her. He fire and grace of the defined Arab made her strides smooth and effortless. He admired her, while his own chunky frame drifted and stomped upon the earth. But now he felt as if he were flying, running to run for the joy of his freedom. He pinned his thorn tight to his scull and leaped ahead to finally catch her. He ran beside her for the merest moment before tagging her with a sharp nip and spinning on his haunches to turn and race away.
His banner streaked out behind him and tassels bouncing with every stride. His movement soon became effortless and breathing ragged slightly. He slowed to a canter before moving into the dense woods. Sturdy as he was, he glided quickly through then dense entanglement. Branches tore at his perfect hide, but he did not care. She was after him! Fandango knew her little delicate Arab frame would have difficulties in this thick foliage, but he trusted she would get alright. Suddenly in front of him a large swamp opened up. He skidded to a halt, his front fore landing in the bog and it sucked his leg down greedily. He backed up, pulling his fore talon out of the bog and he circled nervously. He hoped his queen wouldn’t come this way and get stuck in the bog!
He turned back and went adjacent to the path he had made. His gait was of two beats and his pelt beginning to lather. His joyous whinny could be heard ringing through the bark. |
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Post by Myribae on May 17, 2006 19:52:39 GMT -5
Receiving the frivolous bugle, she answered. She gained more speed as her rythmec gait soared as an eagle. She ripped through the endless branches of the timber, discovering some fault within this. But she kept galloping, going closer to Fandango.
Her crania was soon again lifted, sensating the smooth leaves brush on her delicate features. She approved her opts, letting them shut. She felt reclined, but not for long. The wood opened into a clearing, yet the countess seemed not to notice with her occuli closed tightly, her mind far off into dreams. But not once her right fore pillar refused to budge.
The contessa quickly abred her navigators, controlling them toward her dagger. It was caught deep within the boggish swamp. She exclamed a frightened trumpet as high amplified as possible.
It had lasted many minutes for the femmora to relax, her piston still glued to the secretion. Her voids felt heavy, as if they were hundreds of pounds. Yet she struggled to keep consciousness, for if she fell asleep, she would never get out of the marsh. She whistled out once more, twice more. She swayed her empire back and fore, staying awake. Yet she could not help it; she fell asleep, her hoof stuck in the bog. She would never be rescued. Unless Fandango found her; which was probably impossible, since she was at the nucleus of the forest.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 18, 2006 18:08:09 GMT -5
Fandango was still within the dark wood and heard a small sound of help. It sounded like his banshee crying for help! But how could it be? They were merrily playing so little a time ago. He knew she may have found the trail and got stuck into the bog. He screamed and reared up before galloping madly into the brush again. He swept across logs and through bushes as they grabbed at his hide, His tower ran through a spider webs and he shook trying to peel it off. Occuli lids were closing trying to keep the sticky off his orbs. He screamed again and made his way to the bog ending up on the other side. He screamed aloud and made his way around the bog. He came upon his lovely queen sinking in the bog and nibbled gently at her carcass to let her know he was here. |
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Post by Myribae on May 20, 2006 6:52:35 GMT -5
A desperate and relieved expression was delivered to her king. Please, my love, help me escape from the abyss of this cruel boggish substance. she pleaded, her opts welling with innocence. She pulled at her pillar again, yet no luck was retrieved. She knew that Fandango was going to support her, for he was her mate. The contessa patiented while thinking of this.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 20, 2006 10:03:55 GMT -5
Fandango snorted and shrilled worriedly. He had no idea how to help he rout of the sticky bog. Thorn pinned back tightly to his scull and he pranced along the back shrilling and worrying. I don’t know what to do! He snapped, not meaning to be rude. But he was stressed. He stepped a foreleg in he direction. It was solid. Then another and another. He was almost to her when he hit bog. He quickly relieved his foreleg before it too got sucked into the bog. What shall I do? He questions nudging her with the tip of his mug.
OoC: sry so short....I g2g get going! |
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Post by Myribae on May 20, 2006 13:33:09 GMT -5
She inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to remain calm. Squealing and crying would only make this situation seem worse.Well, you can try to tie that vine over there around my leg, she suggested, nodding toward the nearest hanging vine,and you can pull on that while I slowly proceed backward. Her plan probably wouldn't be a success, but it was worth a thought. She again tried to lift her thrasher, but no luck was given to the poor countess.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 20, 2006 16:15:21 GMT -5
Fandango squealed and grabbed one of the vines with his ivories. He wrapped it around her legs and pulled her free. He quickly began licking her clean and nuzzling her softly. I’m glad your safe, he nickers quietly into her auds.
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Post by +||+ Fandango +||+ on May 20, 2006 16:17:53 GMT -5
ooc: i can't do it. I just can't do it. I've always played darqs and now trying to play a neutral is wayy to idfficult. I never have muse. I'm very sorry. I've very much enjoyed rping with you! your a great rper and i'm going to miss rping with you! again i am very sorry!! It is NOT you, it's me.
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Post by Aurora on May 21, 2006 6:40:13 GMT -5
Oh, that really stinks. -sobs- well, we are gonna miss Fanish, but I don't know how Myribae is going to react. Uh ohh.
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Post by Myribae on May 21, 2006 10:14:10 GMT -5
-frowns, cries hysterically-there ish nobody like Fandie in the world! WHY GOD, WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME!!!-shakes fists at air-
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