Post by Dream**Cloud on Mar 15, 2006 20:17:46 GMT -5
ooc: ohh poo not again...
Dream was a lonesome mare, mother gone and father unknown. On such a beautiful day she three beated through the terra, her long untangled painted banner flew behind her, like a kite on a string. Looking about with her fine tiara she caught a glimpse of something, reflecting in her ice blue orbs was a rabbit. This land was laiden with little creatures. Long pillars changed direction as her mustang instinct lead her to the watering hole. Scattering the birds in which had been splashing in the cool water she slid to a muddy halt. Her daggers sunk slowley into the brown ooze as she drank her heart content. Silently as the wind she cleaned her silky painted pelt of the drying mud and allowed her stronmg pillars to carry a tired heart and soul off abit. Lonesome and tired she called for a brute, she saw no others, how many femmoras had roamed this land? From the way her ebonice daggers cut into the soft earth she concluded that not many had roamed in a while. Calling out once more, she thought of what life would be like, and she wondered if she should dream of another home so soon...
ooc: poo poo oh dang how i miss you november!!!
Dream was a lonesome mare, mother gone and father unknown. On such a beautiful day she three beated through the terra, her long untangled painted banner flew behind her, like a kite on a string. Looking about with her fine tiara she caught a glimpse of something, reflecting in her ice blue orbs was a rabbit. This land was laiden with little creatures. Long pillars changed direction as her mustang instinct lead her to the watering hole. Scattering the birds in which had been splashing in the cool water she slid to a muddy halt. Her daggers sunk slowley into the brown ooze as she drank her heart content. Silently as the wind she cleaned her silky painted pelt of the drying mud and allowed her stronmg pillars to carry a tired heart and soul off abit. Lonesome and tired she called for a brute, she saw no others, how many femmoras had roamed this land? From the way her ebonice daggers cut into the soft earth she concluded that not many had roamed in a while. Calling out once more, she thought of what life would be like, and she wondered if she should dream of another home so soon...
ooc: poo poo oh dang how i miss you november!!!
