KillMeSoftly -- Open Plains

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OoC:Please Not A'mhuir, I've already got a mare with
him.

Baby is this love for real?
Let me in your arms to feel
The beating of your heart, baby
The beating of your heart, baby

F e l i c i t y ambled up the valley into the lands of
claiming, of decite, of chance, or even foolishness.
Her harks were pinned back as she struted her curvy
bodice across the field. Her rampage ended in the
center of the field and she let out a seductive
whinny. Her fore pillar stroked the terra roughly,
pulling out it's hair. The she-devil gave out a
playful buck and trotted around the place just like
she should; as a playful filly. The sultana shook her
dial softly, giving her flags a twirl and swishing her
hock-kisser. A another soft whicker was given out to
any to accept.

Girl, you really got your hold on me
Girl, you really got your hold on me
You, you gotta get away from me
'Cause you, you want nothing to do with me

My sire called me; Felicity
My dam birthed me; 2 years ago
My dam and I share the cloak color; palomino paint
God bless them my monarchs were; pinto
Mommy and Daddy had and passion and made a; female
Cross me and you�ll see; competitive, even a bit stuck
up, she won�t stop until she is either an alpha or a
lady. Preferably lady, but not second guess her; she
has a quick temper and is easily upset.

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