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Post by Courage on Nov 12, 2009 15:37:38 GMT -5
![](http://www.miravalandalusians.com/mares/donaside.jpg) The wind carried the many scents of other horses, of several different alliances. Maybe this place wasn't the safest place to roam for a newcomer like Amara, but she is able to fend for herself. Luckily a stag of either light or neutral alliance will stumble upon her before anyone else happens to. Ashen toned flints picked their way easily across the wide open field. Leaves scattered the ground and the trees swayed side to side. Winter was definitely on it's way and everyone was preparing for it. Chocolate hued orbs were alert and watched for any signs of movement, auds swiveled atop her head listening for the footsteps of another living creature. Amara was on guard and prepared to protect herself in any situation.
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Post by Skydancer on Nov 15, 2009 19:54:14 GMT -5
Is this reserved for someone or can I reply w/my nuetral stally?
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Post by Courage on Dec 1, 2009 1:21:49 GMT -5
Nope go ahead and post ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by Skydancer on Dec 9, 2009 1:58:30 GMT -5
Fallen had claimed and prepared his territory satisfactorily, and now he was out hunting. A darker term, perhaps, but it was what his mind came up with. The word itself was a sharp contrast to the emotions twisting his stomach. At five years old, although he had spent plenty of time in the company of faes, he had never actually sought one out with the idea of living with her in a permanant residence. For so long he had had no desire to do so. For a short time, he had done the exact opposite. And once, nearly three years before, he wouldn't have been able to imagine needing another mare in his life ever again. He lifted his gaze, and froze. For a moment she stood before him, her coat a perfect ash color, her mane and tail barely darker than ice. Fallen gasped, then blinked, and she was gone. For of course, she had never been there. She was dead. In fact, the mare before him looked little like his past lover. She was darker and taller, and had a tougher aura. Shaking the leftover chills from his body, Fallen smiled and walked confidently toward the mare. "Hello," he decided to keep it sweet and simple, "My name is Fallen, what might yours be?"
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Post by Courage on Mar 31, 2010 20:15:11 GMT -5
-Sorry it took so long ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/sad.png) Haven't had muse or the time. College is really getting the better of me. Let's see how good this will be. Eyelids dropped slightly as the gentle breeze calmed the fae's wary feelings of her surroundings. Just as she had drifted to a light sleep she heard the crunching of leaves, instantly orbs shot open and her auds pinned slightly back against her dial. It was a stag, he didn't look aggressive at all and once his lyrics left his kissers Amara relaxed allowing her auds to come forward to listen to his name. "Hello Fallen. I would be Amara. Nothing too special I would say." She gave him a little smirk to try to show she wasn't such a cranky fae as she had appeared to be when he startled her. -Ehhh it's nothing special. I need to get my muse up and be on here more than I am
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