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Author: Shakara |
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Date Posted: 13:14:41 12/16/04 Thu In reply to: .swastica. 's message, ".Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein." on 12:32:19 12/16/04 Thu Another shift of her body and all legs were feeling rest except the injuried one, that had to have her weight on it while the others ad been rested. it was a constant discomfort. But what more could she do? laying on the ground would mean that if a predictor came forward shed be easy pray. No mare could get to there hooves easily enough to escape pray with a hurt leg. So she stood there, waiting, watching. Wondering what the brute would do next. Suprised by him once again stepping to make contact, the vixen gave a soft nicker, her own maw was reached to connect with the stallion before hers. A soft release of air gave a little snort but not of anger but more contentment. many thoughts went through the young mares mind. her parents were so in love, so happy but since leaving her parents herd maiden had been given nothing but ill treatment and pain. This brute brought on hope, that maybe she wasnt to be discarded into the unwanted and someday will grow to weak and old, and the wolves will take care of her in there own dreadful way. There eyes lock told her that the brute was feeling something for her. But yet he hadnt claimed her as his own. This fact confused her greatly since most brutes did there claiming in the first few moments. Admiring the mares beauty, and the possible foals she could have for the brute they were snatched up by their suitor. But he didnt want anything more then a touching of noises. Did he not want her as his own? Eye contact was made once again at the touching of there muzzles, hers brushed against his longing to just be close to him. Shakara cared not if he had scars on his pelt, or even his heart. The important ones could be healed, as could hers. Soft sweet nickers of comfort were giving hoping that the brute would stay close. A few steps away from the tree were given letting more of her body brush against his, her muzzle now rested at his stomach area, which could leave him to touch any part of her body he pleased since she was a smaller mare, much smaller then him. her body caressed his side, gently brushing as she walked. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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