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Post by Spirit on Dec 16, 2005 14:18:07 GMT -5
Spirit wanted a mare to mate with, somone to love and to carry his foal. As he waited he grazed nicely with his muscles twitching as he moved silently.
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Post by spirit01 on Dec 17, 2005 4:45:50 GMT -5
Rain galloped in and saw Spirit.  (Post more tomorrow Gotta go Bye!) |
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Post by Spirit on Dec 17, 2005 4:48:00 GMT -5
Spirit looked at the paint mare and whinnied kindly at her, his voice high with excitment! "I'm Spirit" he said.
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Post by horseluva on Dec 21, 2005 22:45:59 GMT -5
Red Rain walked in.
"Hey Spirit," she said, and started to graze.
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Post by spirit01 on Dec 24, 2005 1:50:31 GMT -5
She smiled at Spirit, and 'er optics gazed kindly 'nto 'is. Sorry to be so quick Spirit, but my name is Rain, and I wish to be your mate she nuzzled 'im, painted canvas agains' 'is bronze.
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Post by silverlightning on Jan 13, 2006 19:17:22 GMT -5
The old restlessness was back again. Amira shook her red coat. There was only one solution to this--running. But she didn't want to disturb the others, so she stood quiet, fidgeting and crabstepping. She saw Spirit and bowed.
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windy
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Post by windy on Jun 10, 2006 9:32:43 GMT -5
The skebald mare dew looked longingly at spirt. But she new better. She would never be his.
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Post by sargent123 on Jun 11, 2006 17:07:00 GMT -5
Then suddenly a nice beautiful mustang mare came trotting in to Spirit. "Hello Spirit! my name is Gabriel and I would like to be your mate. I have not had a foal at all and we can be King and Queen. PLEASE!!!!! She gazes into his eyes and she hopes he will answer.
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Post by sargent123 on Jun 11, 2006 17:09:36 GMT -5
soon
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