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Post by Mythriss on Sept 6, 2004 0:12:14 GMT -5
A cackle echos through the trees, calling the attention of anyone who's near enough to be listening. If their interest held, the light reddish brown coat of an equine-like figure can be seen stealthily ducking between brambles and tree trunks, attempting to stay, for the most part, out of view and somewhat illusive. The Fei'daqq mare pauses in the dark shade of a willow, rustling around momentarily. "Ow." More rustling, then a teal striped muzzle poking cautiously out from the leaves, followed by slanted eyes that dart furiously around the Orchard. The mare ducks back inside, sparadically jumping from her cover long enough to leap over a fallen log, then dive back into the forest. Near by, a fiery-colored mare stands tall and straight, glaring quietly out from under a lock of long, thick mane. What look like two rings of polished green marble hang heavily from a leather harness wrapped around her chest and shoulders, and a few feathers adorn her orange and white stripped coat. Her feline tail flicks indignantly as she flares her nostrils and tests the air. A small weaver sits behind her in the trees, busily grooming his brightly colored fur with an occasional chirp in the direction of the mare. She appointedly ignores him. (( geocities.com/mythriss/KychoniTrezmarr.gif , geocities.com/mythriss/ionite.gif ))
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Post by Sneaking on Nov 13, 2004 13:05:35 GMT -5
Certainly one hiding in the bushes means to be invisible, yet the horned mare has caught the attention of a smaller being. A thin-coated foal with a braided mane and an alabaster coat marked with pale amber spots and rich salmon tips wanders near the corpse of brush. Her ears are pricked forward curiously and she weaves her way through the brambles in pursuit of the sprinting elder.
The foal bounds up to the log and skids to a stop. Unable to locate the mare, her ears droop and she sighs. "I was sure I just heard a spirit pass through here," the cat-tailed youth remarks sadly upon finding only trees.
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