Hypnotik Mystiq
Young Horse
'Iucunde sapit! Minime implet!' *:.Fatal Kiss.:* again... Tastes great! Less filling!
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Post by Hypnotik Mystiq on Aug 30, 2006 20:38:09 GMT -5
((Psychic...))
Tracey walked forward, hand still out. She ran her free hand down the mare's neck, stroking her gently.
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Post by horseluva on Aug 30, 2006 20:40:42 GMT -5
((cool))
Sobekkare's muscles rippled as she ran her hand down 'er nape. Sobekkare took a step or two forward, metting the girl.
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Hypnotik Mystiq
Young Horse
'Iucunde sapit! Minime implet!' *:.Fatal Kiss.:* again... Tastes great! Less filling!
Posts: 107
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Post by Hypnotik Mystiq on Aug 31, 2006 19:46:27 GMT -5
Tracey attempted to continue rocking as she went to hug the vixen's neck.
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Post by horseluva on Aug 31, 2006 20:20:59 GMT -5
Sobekkare satyed in 'er spot, as the girl came closer to 'er. She nickered, wondering what she was about to do.
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Hypnotik Mystiq
Young Horse
'Iucunde sapit! Minime implet!' *:.Fatal Kiss.:* again... Tastes great! Less filling!
Posts: 107
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Post by Hypnotik Mystiq on Aug 31, 2006 22:31:39 GMT -5
Trace backed away and held another handfull of molasses out with ropes dangling around her wrist.
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Post by horseluva on Sept 1, 2006 18:55:36 GMT -5
Sobekkare stepped forward; naturally going after the molasses. She nickered to the girl.
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Hypnotik Mystiq
Young Horse
'Iucunde sapit! Minime implet!' *:.Fatal Kiss.:* again... Tastes great! Less filling!
Posts: 107
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Post by Hypnotik Mystiq on Sept 3, 2006 23:10:31 GMT -5
Tracey rub the Sobek's poll, slipping the halter quickly over her head and securing it. She rub her cheek and whispered silently.
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Post by horseluva on Sept 3, 2006 23:15:55 GMT -5
((my muse ran away now...))
Sobekkare shook her head violently when she placed the halter over her head.
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Hypnotik Mystiq
Young Horse
'Iucunde sapit! Minime implet!' *:.Fatal Kiss.:* again... Tastes great! Less filling!
Posts: 107
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Post by Hypnotik Mystiq on Sept 3, 2006 23:20:22 GMT -5
((My muse won't come back...))
Trace shushed quietly, dipping her sticky hand back into the molasses.
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Post by horseluva on Sept 3, 2006 23:24:35 GMT -5
((poor you))
Sobekkare still tossed 'er head around somewhat, glancing over at Trace once in a while. The sweet smell o' molasses reach 'er nares, and she snorted, going to lick the molasses. She still was tossing 'er head around, but not as much as before.
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Hypnotik Mystiq
Young Horse
'Iucunde sapit! Minime implet!' *:.Fatal Kiss.:* again... Tastes great! Less filling!
Posts: 107
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Post by Hypnotik Mystiq on Sept 3, 2006 23:26:16 GMT -5
((Yes poor me. Dollie isn't helping much))
Tracey started to sing a lullaby she learned. It was less words and more tones. It was ment to relax, which she was hoping Sobekkare would do.
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Post by horseluva on Sept 3, 2006 23:29:05 GMT -5
Sobekkare's auds pricked towards 'er; listening intetntly to their strange words. She watched 'er, waiting for 'er next move.
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Hypnotik Mystiq
Young Horse
'Iucunde sapit! Minime implet!' *:.Fatal Kiss.:* again... Tastes great! Less filling!
Posts: 107
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Post by Hypnotik Mystiq on Sept 3, 2006 23:33:41 GMT -5
Tracey grabbed ahold of the knot under the vixens chin. She slipped the rope through, securing it. She walked around her, follwing with the other rope, again tying it at the chin. Trace looked at where the other rope lay, perched around Sobekkare's hinds. This way if she backed, Trace could pull the second rop to stop her from backing.
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Post by horseluva on Sept 4, 2006 10:59:03 GMT -5
Sobekkare watched 'er, intrested. She swung 'er tiara to one side, and then the next as the girl circled her. Wondering what it was, and what it is was for; she sniffed the rope around 'er, and tossed 'er tiara. She looked back towards the girl.
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Hypnotik Mystiq
Young Horse
'Iucunde sapit! Minime implet!' *:.Fatal Kiss.:* again... Tastes great! Less filling!
Posts: 107
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Post by Hypnotik Mystiq on Sept 4, 2006 14:25:22 GMT -5
Trace clicked her tounge and pulled the rope only connected to the halter.
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