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Post by mariposa on Jun 6, 2006 13:48:29 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300] camouflage. the game. concealed.
..::equis of dappled hue slowly advanced upon the sodden terra. creamed grasslands softly crunch under her dull cracked nails as she continued with her strong gait. maw is draped low, inhailing a strong breeze of other equines. she continued to ride this wavelength until her velvet lobes sensed the auditing of other brutes. the bell rode towards a patch of birch trees, blending her flesh amongst the fallen flora and dappled bark. breathing a heavy sigh, the belle continued to watch the herds of equines socializing amongst themselves. optics search out the presence of another, yet the femme stays hidden, pondering to herself wethere to stay concealed::.. [/glow]
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Post by xanadu on Jun 6, 2006 13:50:13 GMT -5
Royce walked up to her."Hello" he said quietly
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Post by mariposa on Jun 6, 2006 14:19:59 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300] the game
..::optics seemed to focus upon the steed. lobes flicker towards him and a craniumn is lowered. a small grunt is emmitted as the femme backs away a little from the stag. orbs scan over him, as she just studies him::..
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Post by xanadu on Jun 6, 2006 17:28:51 GMT -5
He understood her,sort of.
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Post by mariposa on Jun 6, 2006 18:20:17 GMT -5
OOC: do you not understand how Im rping or something?
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Post by xanadu on Jun 6, 2006 19:25:15 GMT -5
((Not really))
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