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Subject: Claim the Last Dance Author: Cloud Dancer [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:44:43 08/30/03 Sat My Calling: Cloud Dancer My Curse: Female My Survival: 8 The sky was bright, lit up by the stars of night, and the great orb of pale, ghostly white. Upon the horizon, a storm was brewing, clouds darker even than the midnight sky threatened. The land was swept with a breeze, wet with precipitation, just slightly chill from the night. Trees bent their heads before it, leaves swaying as the royal passed by, for was not that what wind was? The most royal of Earth's elements? All bowed before it and moved out of it's way. A small hillock, the grass atop it moist and crisp, bending to the wind, and the hooves of the mare. Standing, her thin legs strong, her aged form stood defiance against the brewing storm, it's silvery hue a ghostly color in the night. Her tail whipped around her flanks, and her mane was a disheveled mess twisting and twining around the zephyerous fingers of the wind. Her nose was raised slightly, white flecking the gray of it's color, 'nares wide and breathing deep the scent of the storm and the Earth. And perhaps if you wanted to know Behind the Magic: Lorn Contact me: Email: hugsandkisses08@yahoo.com AIM: Curlyfry0887 OOC: [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: OOC - EIGHT ISN'T OLD!!!!! Author: Vulcan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 03:05:22 08/31/03 Sun *ahem* BIC - Measured hoof-falls sound as the enormous stallion strides nearer. Pale eyes survey the mare and long ears swivel forward. Greetings... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Claim the Last Dance Author: Cloud Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:09:07 08/31/03 Sun My Calling: Cloud Dancer My Curse: Female My Survival: 8 The storm clouds gathered, their mass swirling and twisting into blacker and blacker forms, billowing over the trees. The moist wind that shot through the land, twisting hairs and coats into messy arrays now brought a mist, so light it was hard to feel, and only seen if one looked hard. However, the mare did not move, brown eyes shut to the oblivion, until her silver 'auds took in footsteps, and her proud dial turned to face the approaching. Ah, her Lead. She bowed her head appropriately for him, smiling amiably, eyes kind. "And greetings to you too, M'Lord. Beautiful night, wouldn't you say?" She couldn't think what his answer would be. Some hated storms, though she was not one. She reveled in them. Her twisting mane made her white flecks go unnoticed, her eyes sparkling with life. She couldn't wait for the rain to begin. And perhaps if you wanted to know Behind the Magic: Lorn Contact me: Email:hugsandkisses08@yahoo.com AIM:Curlyfry0887 OOC: nurg. I meant nine, but I know that's not old, i'm just trying to say like...not young..er..how about...peaking prime. x_X :D [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: ☻Mare all the way through☻ Author: §eeking §torm [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:23:13 08/31/03 Sun *She troted over she wasn't a wolf in body this time but though she was a mare her pelt color never changed she was still wolven in color* Hello you two *She rested beside them and exhaled deeply enjoying the presence of fellow herd memebers, she smiled up at them and lowered her head to graze the grass was fast dissapearing and she was slightly to skinny for winters approach* [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> Subject: He nickers to Storm, then beams at Cloud Dancer Author: Vulcan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 03:08:48 09/02/03 Tue Glorious! he exclaims, lifting his head so the spitting rain spatters over it. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: Claim the Last Dance Author: Cloud Dancer [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:04:11 09/02/03 Tue My Calling: Cloud Dancer My Curse: Female My Survival: 8 A crash echoed through out the land, soft, yet rumbling with a power known to few of Earth's elements, making one's bones shiver in their places. Lightning forked in the distance, touching the Earth with a crackling noise, reaching the ears of the others seconds later. The clouds billowed, overthrowing the Earth, dousing shadows, dissapating light. Rain splattered along in a sheet, before softening, becoming a mere rainfall, normal in appearance. The mare lifted her own silver'd nose to the air, her soaking tail slapping wetly on her flanks, her coat turning close to black, as it soaked up the moisture. The wind brought a chill, thought the thick hide and hair of the horses would be able to withstand it as long as they did not stay soaking wet for too long. A tree would solve that. But for now, the mare was content, her prime form slightly older than others in apperance, though her mind was younger than some. Dancing slightly on delicate ankles, her part Arabian heretige evident in the arched neck, and flicking footsteps. "Oh, I wish it would rain like this year round!" She replied to him, smiling at the approach of Seeking Storm. Her musical voice asked, "And what do you think, Storm, of this rain?" The mare smiled, brown, expressionate eyes cast to the horizon in hope of prolonged rain. And perhaps if you wanted to know Behind the Magic: Lorn Contact me: Email: hugsandkisses08@yahoo.com AIM: Curlyfry0887 OOC: [ Post a Reply to This Message ]