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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 24, 2006 15:50:24 GMT -5
chiquine- you need to lengthen your posts to at least FIVE SENTENCES. I have already intimated this to you more than once. No one is immune to TCOF's rules.Plato was flabbergasted by this mare's immunity to any fear involved in resting with a wolf under a tree. Keeping his jaws shut, and his eyes on Misty Mountain, he followed her, a good distance away. I gotta get back home soon, though... with some prey. I'll pick up a few rabbits on the way. Deer... some other time.He flinched. The thought of hunting deer still made him uneasy when he thought of his link to Solark, their Leader. He had escaped many deer-hunting duties by ducking out and declaring that he would "save the good fun for others and hunt the skimpy rabbits instead". But every now and again, he couldn't get out of it without raising a few eyebrows. ((ooc: even though I'm pretty sure wolves don't have eyebrows )) He had yet to encounter Solark in a blood thirsty rove. But how long could he keep it up? "See any shade? Cause I sure don't.He interjected, nastily.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 24, 2006 15:54:30 GMT -5
OOC:SORRY!!! BIC:"No, I don't." said Misty stopping. "Well, um, I hope you don't mind... but do you know any horses who want another horse in their herds?" She felt embarrased for saying this. She looked at him hopefully. Misty saw a rabbit hopping across their path.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 24, 2006 16:02:15 GMT -5
(((ooc: It's ok- but, now you know. So please continue to abide by the 5 sentence minimum- THANKAS! ))) Plato halted. Looks like no shade would welcome him today. No peace, either. He panted at her, thinking of how to reply. She was obviously not from This Side, that was for sure. "Look, of course there is! All you have to do is amble on down to the meadow and find Blackhoof. She is the Leader of the horses. Since you've apparently been living in a cave all your life, I'll let you in on a little secret; any horse can join Horses' Camp! Blackhoof's desperate."His tone was a sarcastic one, and he did not stop to think about Blackhoof, another interesting acquaintance of his.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 24, 2006 16:10:08 GMT -5
OOC:Don't you mean minimum! BIC:"Thanks!!!!" exclaimed Misty."I'll do that!" She breathed deeply and shook, dust flew of, at the moment she looked like a chestnut she was so dirty!
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 24, 2006 16:20:55 GMT -5
His scorched fur felt, at the present, akin to that of a blunder polar bear's. He snapped, testily, "Maybe you should gallop on down there now?" His suggestion was, Plato thought, a good one. Considered both the mental and physical health of himself. He squinted his eyes and bent his joints, lowering his body. The farther away from the sun he was, the better.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 24, 2006 16:25:25 GMT -5
OOC:Sorry I can't think of any more sentances. "O.k, I will!" said Misty. "Bye!" She turned her ears pricked forward. Then she galloped quickly down the hill towards the camp.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 24, 2006 19:33:22 GMT -5
Plato bid the retreating form farewell with a rough snarl. Narrowing his buttery eyes until he could see the silhouette vaporise. This was possibly one of the strangest encounters he had ever experienced. Well, nix that. There had be stranger. Flattening his ears in frustrated discomfort, he galloped up the slope, in search of cool mossy paths and dark caves to dwell in.
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