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Fletch
Jan 3, 2008 18:55:25 GMT -5
Post by |r i z e r| on Jan 3, 2008 18:55:25 GMT -5
A compact liver bay stallion shot over the crest of a hill, his pistons churning up a trail of dust in his wake. His ebony ribbon was flagged out behind him, shimmering in the breeze. Soon, he curved his trajectory and began to gallop gracefully along the bases of the gently curving hills, greeted by the scents of wseet clover and cherry trees. His lean bodice was shimmering with a fine layer of moisture when he finally stopped on the edge of a steep hill overlooking the terrain. He smirked to himself. "Claimed. For now and forever." He said to himself quietly.
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S.ummersC.reek
Little Known
This be me. Jumping mah pony. Rocketman. No Joke, man.
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Fletch
Jan 4, 2008 19:52:35 GMT -5
Post by S.ummersC.reek on Jan 4, 2008 19:52:35 GMT -5
We all need a vacation from reality Whimsical Evening
Mocha hued vixen slowly pulled in to view. She seemed to appear from no where, materializing from a thicket of brush not far off. Enamles bared an enchanting smile as her whole being was drawn into view. Unlike the reast of the heavenly doves, her build was not featherly light. She had a substance to her dark frame, something that, as a filly, she despised. As a responsible fem, she grew to be a fierce defender of her less-than-delicate figure. Diamonds tatooed the virgin soil undertoe as she walked toward him, muscular pistons swaying as she moved.
It's about time someone has, I was quite lonley
Her sliver of a smile erupted into a large grin, small, slightly flirtatious giggle slipped from her throat.
I'm Whimsical Evening, please call me Eve
She explained, her lyri once again refusing to conform to the tinkling bells of what seemed to be the normal light tone, but instead it was dropped a note, a song sung on its own key. Whipcord slashed at her hocks leaving small white pinpricks on her chocolate hide.
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Fletch
Jun 1, 2008 22:14:08 GMT -5
Post by |r i z e r| on Jun 1, 2008 22:14:08 GMT -5
Starry eyes twinkled mischievously. Fletchington. He spat the word. The pompous, arrogant, human, english name he had been bound to. But fletch will do as well.
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