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Subject: ... Author: Celtic Shadow and Mabellina [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:50:11 03/06/01 Tue The stallion's full-throated neigh is heard radiating from the lane. Suddenly the black shadow of a horse swoops down the beaten path, silken ebony tail flying behind his large frame. Tossing his head and whinnying again, the boldened stallion picks up the pace, throwing out his knees and prancing to the side. His mistress slows him with a few unheard words, tempest eyes returning their even gaze to the stableyard. With an indistinguishable flick of her wrist, she sends the mighty warhorse to the courtyard of the stables. She smiles, halting her noble steed with a slight draw-back of the leather reins. Sliding off his broad back, the maiden, sweeps fiery-red curls from her face, gazing about the new building with satisfaction. Turning once more to the anxious Friesian, she removes the heavy saddle, placing it at her hip while her other hand grasps the reins. She leads the stallion into the stables, pausing to place the saddle on an empty rack. She smooths the sable coat with a rag, removing the bridle with practiced ease. Setting her belongings in a trunk, she leads her mount to an empty stall. Patting his velvet nose, she departs, boots thumping as she runs out... The stallion huffs, taking a long drought from the water trough. Hanging his massive head out the door, the knight's mount whickers to the new horses, gentle but spirit-filled eyes gazing about his enclosure... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date The silver mare stops striking her door and whiffs in the air,her black eyes falling upon the stallion in the next stall over. She whickers lightly stretching out her velvety muzzle to him,whiffing in his scent. She squeals slightly and draws back and then stretches her neck even further nipping him playfully on the crest. (NT) Tillifien the Silver Shadow Walker 18:37:20 03/06/01 Tue His ears prick at the mare's whuffle, and he returns her call with his own. Extending his head as far as he could, the ebon steed whickers, nibbling at the bolt on his door, eyes upturned to the silver beauty, still working on the stubborn lock... (NT) Celtic Shadow 19:20:54 03/07/01 Wed *A mare trots into the stable, looking at the two others with a young curosity being only 2. She lipped the lock of the mare's door and nudged it open with her nose. Then she walked over to the stallion's door and lipped that one open with ease, being a talented escapee. She tossed her head and whinnied, wanting to play with someone.* (NT) -- Sun Riser's Dawning, 12:10:37 03/08/01 Thu She whickers and if she could grin she would. She resumes the kicking of the door and finally it crashes open,the door slightly splintered and cracked,but no other harm done. Obviously the lock had been jiggled just enough by her furious kicking it unlocked. She steps into the courtyard. If she was molten silver,she wanted to get away from her mold and flow freely. She was obviously finely bred,a refined slight dip in her face could maybe call her Arabian,but that was not so. -- Tillifien the Silver Shadow Walker, 12:32:44 03/08/01 Thu He whickers the appropriate thanks to the young mare, strong limbs projecting the stallion through the door and down the aisle. Stopping before the door, the ebon male looked over his shoulder at the two, giving a half-rear and a whicker. Dropping heavily, the large friesian trotted from the stables, into the light of the paddocks... (NT) Celtic Shadow 15:46:27 03/08/01 Thu The knight strides in, clad in her usual tan breeches and white cotton shirt. Donning a scarlet cloak, the warrior makes her way into the aisle. She sighs with a wan smile at Celtic. "Ah - what am I to do with you? You escape every time." Spotting the mares, she grabs their halters, leading them back to their allotted stalls. Patting Celtic, she grabs her bridle and slips it on. Not bothering with a saddle, she awaits Shana... (NT) Mabellina and Celtic 17:26:43 03/08/01 Thu Steps through the stable door,grinning at Tillifien.She walks over and pats the mare's neck."Tillifien, you've made friends!" She takes over the silver leadrope smiling gratefully at Mabe."Thanks. She can be quite an escape artist at times." She leads the mare to a grooming hitch and begins to groom. After a few strokes the mare's coat looks sleek and shiny. She begins to pull on her armor, having trouble."I hope there are some pages. I need one."She walks to the tack room.>>> -- Lady Shana, 11:31:14 03/09/01 Fri Smiling at her friend, and the vision they present, she graps the reins, slipping onto the large ebony steed's back. Adjusting herself comfortably on the stallion's wide back, she relaxes her grip on the reins. Making sure her sword was buckled to her waist firmly, she looked up again at Shana with a flash of green eyes...>>> Mabellina 17:58:05 03/09/01 Fri >>>> -- shana's player, 19:29:32 03/09/01 Fri