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Post by darrowby on May 30, 2009 19:32:38 GMT -5
Black shadow dissapeared in and out of the clouds, slowly the shadow begins to descend, wings outstretched, heavy hooves come into contact with the earth, leaving a deep indentation. lack wings folded by his barrel, as the big black stallion broke into a gallop, outlining his land, finding any caves and exits...
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Post by Thorn on Jun 10, 2009 22:52:57 GMT -5
![]() i29.photobucket.com/albums/c297/Fairfields_Lover99/Horse Graphics/Hells-Fire-Logo.jpg[/IMG] A mare of solid black and sorrow walked in to the land, her head high and mane blowing, she was of Friesian blood. Her mane and tail had red highlights and she bellowed her arrival, narrowing her eyes she watched the land closely. She was high strung and crazed with the intent to destroy, love, and hate. She flung her mane and took off at a gallop around the land, her eyes blacker then the deepest abyss. Her black coat shone bright and her wild spirit proving unruly, she would need a strict stallion to keep her in line, or one that she would love. |
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Post by darrowby on Jun 12, 2009 5:06:13 GMT -5
Black crania rose from the grass, auds picked up the sound of a newcomer, the scent of a mare filled his nares. Black stallion bellowed a reply, he extended his wings and left contact with the earth. He soared over his lands, looking for the mare that had entered... Ruby orbs fixed upon the black mare, slowly he began to descend, until his heavy hooves met the ground and burst into a gallop beside the mare, well-formed muscles bulged as her ran...
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Post by Thorn on Jun 12, 2009 8:58:18 GMT -5
The mare slowed and saw the Friesian stallion, her eyes watching him closely, she slid to a stop opening her batlike wings her neck arched and she reared hooves slicing the air she slammed them down and her eyes shone black in an endless pit. Her wings had sharp edges and the tips knifelike points. She reared again a black horn thrust from her forehead. She slammed them back down, “Hi ya.” She said her voice soft like an angel.
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Post by darrowby on Jun 12, 2009 19:21:35 GMT -5
Black stallion came to halt and watched the mare rear, he saw her black wings and horn, he extended his own wings, but instead of sharp, his were glossy, black wings. Her soft voice entered his auds, "Greetings. I am After Shock, what is your name?" deep nicker left his maw... |
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Post by Thorn on Jun 12, 2009 19:28:32 GMT -5
“Me? I am Hell’s Burning Fire, but you may call me Burn or Grace” She laughed at the second name, “Or call me whatever you like.” She said and her muscles flexed, for a mare she was pretty strong. Her eyes were gentle yet startling.
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