Time's only Mistress -- Paradise Isle

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, 2, 3, [4], 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 08:49:21 07/21/03 Mon
Author: Daughterof Time
Subject: Time's only Mistress
In reply to: Daughter of Light and... 's message, "Sweet debut" on 23:47:22 07/20/03 Sun

Silver fatale emerged from the shadows, ambling quietly over to the small group. Sterling auds pricked as livid pools spied the little one. Smoky limbs hat their motion as she spoke. ~~Hello, welcome back DOL. Wow, what's his name?~~

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

[> Pride of a lion -- Daughter of Light, 10:20:14 07/21/03 Mon [1]

Swelling with pride at the attention of those gathered, the mare answers quietly. "This is Phoenix Ashes, Phoenix for short." She glances down at the colt before continuing with a sigh. "He looks just like his father."

--Phoenix sticks his nose forward, feet planted immobile between DOL's own forelimbs, tail craze forgotten quickly. "Cutie," he repeats in a shrill bell whistle, tossing his head once. Amused by the light feel of his mane fluffing against his neck, he tosses it again, then begins trotting in a tight circle around his dam.--

The palomino smiles at the discovering antics of her son and grins slightly at the two fillies. "Aren't you supposed to be at the beach, Honor and Dot? Never mind that, thank you." The many-time mother looks sympathetically at her friend, Ellie. Recognizing the look of wistfulness in her eyes, she extends her muzzle to briefly touch the other's shoulder, at a loss for words of comfort.

[ Post a Reply to This Message ]
[ Edit | View ]