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Date Posted: 10:03:12 06/17/04 Thu
Author: Valkyrie
Subject: .:I'll Carry Your Soul Away:.
With an aura of quiet resolution, the grey mare strode into Shadow Vale. Her herd had been lax when it came to catching sneaks, thus resulting in her own captivity. Inky tresses spilled over her granite shoulders, rippling obsidian rivulets that danced at the bidding of the gentle wind. The ebony locks of her aigrette swept against her flanks with every movement of charcoal fulcrums, a pendulum to mark every second of her life here in the enemy's territory. Valkyrie lifted her chiseled cranium, dark eyes searching for the one who had snuck her from Val's home in Hopeful Valley. Hopefully her stay here would only be temporary though the vixen seriously doubted it. Ebony flints continued their onward march, bringing the gunmetal chassis in contact with the prickling branches of evergreen trees. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, the needles scratching against her pelt in a soothing manner. Anger failed to ignite within the dame at her plight because honestly, she didn't care. Apathy had taken hold of her and refused to relinquish the vixen any time soon. She'd done her part over the years to ensure that others from her home hadn't suffered her fate, her reward for loyal service was before her.
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>>>Ginger Snaps So Watch Your Cookies<<< -- >>>Gingerbread<<<, 10:34:53 06/17/04 Thu
Her thorns swiveled back and forth as she grazed quietly upon her own terra. Her charcoal splattered mane moved slightly from a small breeze. When her dreads lifted, sweat was visible on her crane. Her small muzzle lipped all the grass it could and took it in. She grinded quietly and quickly as if the food would only be there for a short time. Her nares smelt something odd and immediatley her neck snapped upward. Her orbs squinted and saw a equine shape close to the edge of the terra. Her daggers walked her over there in a hurry. She hoped it was a newcomer. She loved newcomers. When she got within 20 feet the other's perfume came to her nostrils. It was a mare. She saw the fine chiseled bodice of the other and right away knew it had to be a femmora. She got close enough to bump maws, but didn't. She moved her dial up and down, her coffee tainted pearls looking her over. She soon realized who she was and nodded her head. Her voiced opinion soon came out. "Ahh, you must be Ms. Valkyrie I presume? Pleasure...I'm sure. Would you like the rules or no? You look like a gal who doesn't have any need for boundaries... Her tone was a little rude, but it could be fixed in time. As long as she had no need to dislike the other femme, all would be right. The soot hued tail of the demoness flickered back and forth at the flies that surrounded her hocks.
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.:I'll Carry Your Soul Away:. -- Valkyrie, 12:45:36 06/17/04 Thu
At the sight of an approaching figure, Valkyrie halted her progress. Motion ceased, she waited patiently as the other closed the distance between them. She endured the mare's scrutiny quietly, her ashen muzzle lifted slightly. A wry smile grasped her dusky lips as the mare spoke, a smile without warmth or humor. -You would presume correctly- she replied in a saccharine tone. -I take it that you are Gingerbread? If so, then yes, by all means, tell me the rules- Obliging enough, was she not? In all actuality, Val could care less who she was talking to or what the rules were. It didn't matter why she had been snuck or when, if ever, she'd be released. Why not just take the little vacation while she had it? Life at home wasn't all that great--driving yourself batty to protect your herd only to be practically handed to the enemy. Dark eyes hard and forboding, the grey waited expectantly for her captor to reply.
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Ginger Snaps So Watch Your Cookies -- Gingerbread, 14:41:40 06/22/04 Tue
Her orbs glinted in the light of the day. Her maw parted to speak her rules. "You have guessed correctly as well...I am Gingerbread. Call me Ginger. There is only one rule. Just don't run, it's as simple as that. So anyways, on to other business. How is it you came to be? I mean your, um, role...so to speak?" She wanted to know how a femmora like herself had come to play the game of nobility. Ginger hated it most of the time, but she'd learned to deal with it and serve her faithful horses. Her pearls held a questioning stare as she awaited the bright flicka's voice.
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(OOC:) -- Dance, 23:22:56 06/23/04 Wed
Yet again...I already posted once...there is a challenge for you in the Challenging board. *Sheepish Smile*
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