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Post by Flicka on Apr 24, 2010 23:12:46 GMT -5
The land embezzled with flowers a foot budding, growing, nurishing. Something she had expirienced once in her life as a Light, Dark, Neutral, Dark, then Neutral again mare. Only once a mother, a lover, and a lady. Time was going on and she still had not found Skye or another male to call her own not going without saying that she wasn't his only love just his favorite, the painted maiden moved at a relaxing pace after all if she were to be here long she would enjoy it. Coffee colored plume snapped lazily to and fro as auds rotated, nose scented and made quiet snorts. Off gold colored hoofs smooshed small vegitation beneath them as she grazed emeralds calmly. [/center][/size] occ:Super rusty
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Post by Flicka on May 18, 2010 10:42:59 GMT -5
Occ:Bump and Open
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