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Date Posted: 11:55:29 09/01/03 Mon
Ghastly banshee treaded on the familiar ground leading to the terra she had just left for battle. Temper had cooled, and the same mask had replaced itself over the ever-raging temper, though she was testy. The season had moved in, almost overnight it seemed, and the eternally known scent filled the land.
Great timing to return.
Thought spews with dry sarcasim. She herself was, naturally, in heat, and was...to be gentle about it, wasn't very fond with it. Banshee had only had one other foal, a flicka, and it was stillborn.
And so banshee continued onward to the hub of the spokes of territories, to the colorful masses of mares, speckled with the stallions. The sudden feeling of a lurch moved deep inside.
Auds flicked with the constant of sound, ooids searching for Stalked. She was sure he'd be searching for her. Plumage rode high, crania raised proudly, making up for her shorter stature, bodice swayed gently with movement, sun gleaming and warming hide.
Come out, come out, where ever you are...
ooc: sorry for a not-so-good post, I've been in a slump lately in rping, heart just hasn't been in it lately for some reason.
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