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Post by disamaria on Oct 7, 2009 4:21:46 GMT -5
The storm inside her heart was growing, Nikita was 5 winters old and she hadn´t found
any soulmate to be with for the rest of her life,
Maybe here i´ll find someone...she sighted even though she
was of Egyptian-Arab blood she wasn´t shure she´d find ideal mate of same breed
as she, but that was okey..any good stallion would be great, his breed didn´t matter to her
but it did to her parents..like she cared.
She stood under a big oak tree her diamond pelt shined in the sun,
Nikita was light dapple grey with long fluffy main and tail.
The lady of light she called herself because of her good heart and soul,
maybe i am to kind..
"She thought"
Now she just had to wait and see if someone would find her here.
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Post by .:Aryan:. on Oct 29, 2009 18:49:05 GMT -5
Mahogany hide streamed upon this land. Daggars colliding it with dirt implanting grooves where the earths skin had been torn by his power. His crown held proudly as the with blew within his tassels. When his caramel hues fell upon the fair maiden he slolly came to a stop, approaching her as not to scare her.
Coming with feet of her he tipped his crown in a gentle gesture and smiled, parting his kissers.
"'Ello fair maiden, 'tis beautiful here eh?" His features softened at her beauty. "I am Paramore, and if I may ask of your calling?"
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Post by disamaria on Oct 29, 2009 20:13:11 GMT -5
Nikita watched the chokolate brown stallion come closer, he had a white blaze and his hue was caramel coloured, He called himself Paramore...
Hello Nikita approched back to the gentleman like rouge,
I am Nikita and i am light allianced. Her dark grey pelt shimmered in the sun,
Her turkies green eyes with hazelnut brown colours in them were hypnotizing and she
was mezmerized,
to much to handle She knew she was to die for, but did she really want that.
I haven´t been very lucky sir, she said to Parmore, Stallions i have meet
think i am gonna make other mares in their herd jealous, and they might hurt me
because of it, and they can´t protect me..The stallions,,U see..
that is one reason you should avoid me,,,,,i am no luck for a stallion looking for mares in his herd.
Nikita was unhappy but what to say to a handsome stallion like he was.
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Post by .:Aryan:. on Oct 29, 2009 20:37:33 GMT -5
Paramore looked at the mare with saddened features. He could tell she was hurting, and feared for a stallion's misuse. She blew through his nares with a sigh, unsure of what to say to this maiden.
"If it is a stallions misuse that you fear of, I promise you, you will get nothing but respect from me dear Nikita." He flashed a quick, reassuring smile then shifted to get comfortable. auds remained lert to hear more sweet notes escape her vocals.
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Post by disamaria on Nov 17, 2009 3:03:59 GMT -5
Niktita's post is in progress:
Sorry how late i am posting back with her i just had forgotten about her lol.
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