Two copper orbs peered apprehensively out from an ebony mane, tresses hanging loosely in the wind. Bored was this one, long since having had an interesting adventuare and so sat on the dusty desert floor, tail twitching involuntarily, slightest movement catching his eye.
Copper stare...
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Copper stare...
Last edited by Tigress on Tue Mar 30, 2004 4:25 pm, edited 4 times in total.
re: copper stare
From just beyond a tree another mare catches a glimpse of the first. Smiling she trots over to see who she is.
"greetings, I'm Angel" the mare of light called.
"greetings, I'm Angel" the mare of light called.
In the war between order and chaos, chaos will always win because its more organized.
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-Terry Pratchett
Re: Copper stare...
The -stallion- looked over to her with an unsurprised glance, he had sensed her presence seconds before. Standing up gracefully he offered a warm smile. "I am known as Ram. Pleasure to meet you." His scar crossed body shone emerald in the sun's dimming light.
Looking out from behind some bushes where he had been napping Drift eyes the three serians and decides to be social... something that was rather rare.
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I like my sword to be like my wits.... Sharp and deadly.
Ram sighs and walks over to the stallion now approaching, as the others had gone silent. He wasn't much one for crowds, but at a second look, the newcomer reminded him of... himself. With an involuntary shudder he grinned, stopping a small dsitance away. "Greetings newcomer, I am known as Ram, a chimera warrior type of the Forest Song."
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Drift nodded at the stallion as he looked over the serian.
"Greetings Ram. I am Drift, a Sommer Storm type."
He turned sideways and tried to conceal the red ribbon that was tied around his neck in a elaborated bow. He didn't like it, it made him look too much like a girl.
"Greetings Ram. I am Drift, a Sommer Storm type."
He turned sideways and tried to conceal the red ribbon that was tied around his neck in a elaborated bow. He didn't like it, it made him look too much like a girl.
I like my sword to be like my wits.... Sharp and deadly.