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Post by <{Whisper}> on Jul 13, 2009 21:32:16 GMT -5
 Dark eyes watched silently, as the dark stag went about his fit. She couldn't help but laugh. Was that supposed to be a dance? Or was it a feeble attempt at wrath? He knew nothing of it. That much she could tell from her spot in the woods looking out over the field he'd been putting a beating on. Her thick black mane rest on her shoulder, her long black tail nearly on the ground, and thick as could be. She was truly very attractive. Nearly impossible to resist. Although there weren't any witnesses to warn her other victims of that.
She shook her long mane, stomping a hoof and baring her teeth and snapping at her own leg to rid it of a fly. She slowly walked out of her cover, not at all afraid of the stallion, and it was obvious on her expression that this was so. She walked out confidently, tail lifted ever so slightly to make it flow behind her in the breeze. Her long mane danced among itself against her shoulder, her forlock falling infront of her ear, but above her eye. Her head was held high, arched in the most majestic way, her steps light and graceful, seeming to know exactly where her feet were, and looking as though she'd never stumbled or tripped a day in her life.
As she watched him from a distance, her hooves stopping, and holding her amazing bodice off the ground, she snorted in a bit of laughter. This should be fun...
((OOC: Ahhh, no muse! ))
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Post by <{Whisper}> on Jul 14, 2009 15:01:28 GMT -5
She watched him turn towards her, and smell her out, a grin spreading across her maw. How ridiculous he was. A drama queen indeed.
When he snorted back at her, she let out a long whinny before watching him dissapear into the forest, and laughing quietly to herself, picking up a graceful canter after him, tail and mane streaming with her as she cantered into the woods, arching her neck and tucking her nose a bit, slowing to a trot as she could see him maybe 20 feet to her right amongst the trees.
She continued to trot beside him at a distance, before cnatering off infront of him, and cirling to the other side and behind him, before back to her original spot. she didn't seem to have to watch where she was going, despite the debris and the trees around her, she looked as if she had a path mapped out in her head before she even started going that direction.
Her bloodbay coat shimmered and danced in the lights that patterned over her coat from the openings in the leaves of the trees above. Leaves crunched with each foot she put down. Her wild thick mane danced on her shoulders as she tossed her head, and gave a short squeal.
((OOC: Still no muse....gah. )
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Post by <{Whisper}> on Jul 28, 2009 9:50:17 GMT -5
Her laughed echoed forth into the forest as he proceeded to kick out towards her, and then reared. Was it supposed to scare her? She didn't know, but it sure wasn't doing it. She continued to dance around him in the woods, her steps light and graceful, almost seeming ghostly going about her dancing.
When he veered off the path that other horses had so nicely carved, she followed behind him with ease, soon beginning to cut her path around him, like a shark, her circle coming in closer, but just far enough away to where he couldn't reach her should he try to kick her, bite her, whatever.
Her piercing dark eyes burned into his, her neck arched and head held high at the same time, she cantered around him with grace, occasionally throwing out a half buck for the amusement of it, she cantered behind him, and nipped at his rump once, before darting away much too quickly for him to strike out at her and actually cause some damage. She was a tease, and she obviously knew it.
((OOC: Ahhh, no muse! ))
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