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Spirits of the Wild
There is a lone whinney that brakes across the empty sky like a dagger cutting through silk. The crow calls and greets the gray morning. The whinney was from the lambrums of a lone equine-creature. Its smooth charcoal tinted wrapping glinted against the slight sunlight that managed to shine through the clouds that hung like banners in the sky. The animals turned its mighty visage to the sky, the atmosphere was humid, smelled of rain. Yes, rain was on its way. It whipped his black-hued flyer and scuffed at the grass with a flint. The powerful being rose onto its hind shanks and let out a call, a call to all those who thought it challenging, who thought it an intruder, who thought it menacing. A smirk played against its velvet kissers, for maybe it was all of these terrible adjectives strung together. But, of course, you had to be to survive in a place such as this. But, don'tunder estimate the warmness any creature can hold within its soul. It sounded another call, a softer call, at the touched its front pillars back to the geography. This time, it called to one who thought it good,. thought it beautiful, thought it worthy enough to be in their company. Yes, yes it had been alone for so long there had to be someone, anyone out there who could show it the meaning of a herd, a family, the meaning of... Love? Oh, that silly little words. It was such a little word for such a big emotion. It seemed to not do it justice. No, no not all. Suddenly, with an erratic burst of speed, the animal sped off into the morning mist, its well-oiled muscling rippling like little waves under its pelt, it slid to a sudden halt as the promised rain began to fall, spattering its coat with darker flecks. It shook its dial, dreds flying wildly, mingling with the falling rain. Is this what it was meant when that word "wild" was uttered from others' lips?
Spirits of the Wild is a realistic horse roleplay site. We have oodles of fun boards where you can go crazy! This site is run by me, and only me. Oh, by the way, my name is Dealias. This site is a good beginner site, but will also entertain intermitiad to advanced players. Remember: Read the rules before play. We are very much in need of active members, so join us! We do not bite. Much.
Our newest member is: fell! Welcome fell and thank you so much for joining!
Member of the Moment: Thunder! My very first member! Thanks for sticking with it through the active and the inactive times.
Honorable Mention: Darkness!
Big Thanks to fell for our side bars, because Dealias is too lazy to go a-searchin' for the code.
Weather: The sun has returned to us. Finally. The days are warming, but the rain is plaguing us. Birds are returning and foals will be born soon. The Crystal Lake is warming and the days are longer. All creatures are rejoicing as winter loosens his hold.
BreedingYes
Foaling: Yes
A Round of Applause To...
Site to dealias
Pictures to their owners
Header picture and Skin to fell.
Codes to Proboards Support
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 1,130 Location: at the barn (: duh! Karma: 8,388,607
Re: New Mare on the Farm « Reply #15 on Apr 5, 2009, 3:33pm »
GreyFang;;
He smirked and lowered more weight onto her as he said smugly, but a bit hoarsly, " Good girl, fold beneath me." He started to pump harder and harder, clutching her thin bodice harder with his front shanks.
Re: New Mare on the Farm « Reply #16 on Apr 5, 2009, 3:51pm »
She snorted and pulled a dagger from beneath her, trying to not fall or stumble. As he pumped harder it felt good, but she was busy trying to not fall over.
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 1,130 Location: at the barn (: duh! Karma: 8,388,607
Re: New Mare on the Farm « Reply #17 on Apr 5, 2009, 3:56pm »
GreyFang;;
GreyFang pumped harder, groaning loud as he spread his seed into the mare. He dismounted roughly, he was sticky with sweat, but he didn't notice, he was too proud of himself. He shook himself off and said, "Rise, and follow me to my herdlands."
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