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Post by chiquine on Jul 16, 2006 20:22:32 GMT -5
In the morning her legs were dry but coated with mud. She whinnied and waited for a response.
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Post by chiquine on Jul 16, 2006 20:54:35 GMT -5
Adiblo found a small pond to wash her legs off.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 17, 2006 16:52:11 GMT -5
(((ooc: Please try and lengthen your posts a bit, thanks At the moment, we have a 5 sentence minimum))) Blackhoof was about to hobble on home to the comfortable, rocky outcrop the horses retired under, when heavy rain began to splatter on her black spine, thrown down from the sky. An innocent sprinkle soon bended into a downpour as Blackhoof peered through the curtain of rain and spotted the mirage-like image of a wandering equine. Likely lost. Well, it's my job... Trying to kill all thoughts of sleep she trudged to wards the unfamiliar horse. Her extremities dragged through the muck with weary dedication. She had been on her hooves all day, and her made lay plastered to her neck as she stepped into the cool recesses of the hollowed out tree. She saw no signs of the stallion called Diablo. Likely he had galloped off to some sneaky cave to weather the storm. Blackhoof had always marveled at the tree's massive superiority over the land. At sun high, it hugged the meadow with bended shadows and kissed the moon at night. Blackhoof pin pointed the mare and called out in a non-threatening neigh, "Are you lost?"
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Post by chiquine on Jul 20, 2006 19:47:22 GMT -5
"Y-yes." She said fearfully.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 21, 2006 14:10:29 GMT -5
OOC NOTE: I repeat, please try to lengthen your posts a bit. We do have a 5 sentence minimum being enforced at the moment, thank you! Blackhoof nodded, matted mane giving tired flops in her motion. "How about you come back with me to Horses' Camp? Maybe you'd even be interested in joining." She toned this statement in a question, not wanting the lost horse to feel obligated or strained. The rain glimmered murkily through the tree's opening like a beaded curtain. If Blackhoof had not been soaked to the marrow and each hair drooping with exhaustion, she would have admired its simple elegance. At the moment, she shivered under her thin skin. Though autumn was aging, she had yet to sprout her winter coat. Her energy was being taken by another source, growing and thriving deep within her bulging belly. "Shall we dance off?"
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Post by chiquine on Jul 22, 2006 12:42:24 GMT -5
"Yes, I'd love to go with you!" she said.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 22, 2006 15:53:19 GMT -5
Chiquine, did you even read the above warning? You must lengthen your posts, or be in defiance of the 5 sentence minimum. Please let me know you have read this, and understand it's meaning. Thank you.
Blackhoof nodded shortly, still dripping uncomfortably. It made her bones cringe and protest to think of venturing out into the downpour that lurked outside in its reign. Its passionate reign seemed to be oppressing all those who were not fish. "Follow me. It's not to far from here. We are on the outskirts of the meadow at the moment. We just penetrate the heart of said meadow to reach Horses' Camp." She flicked her tail in a signal to follow, and stuck her head out of the hollow, as if peering through a curtain. A rather thick, wet curtain.
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