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Post by Dimitri on Feb 1, 2007 15:44:13 GMT -5
The day was bright and cold. All was quiet, odd for such a busy farm. A lone colt stood in his paddock, dial lowered to the ground as he grazed. A black blanket was fastened around his slim body and red polo wraps adorned all fours. The masculine of alabaster coloring was bored, plain and simple. His auds perked, listening to all around him. His leather halter was settled gently upon his cranium, the gold plate shining as it caught the light of the sun. Fanta gazed about as he lifted his head. His tassles swayed behind his haunches, mane fluttering with a gentle breeze. It was a calm and easy afternoon.
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Post by Country Side on Mar 5, 2007 21:16:44 GMT -5
Country Side
A 'lil bit of Country Side...
Stud had been recently put out to pasture by a stable boy, he was kinda short to Co but size didn't matter. Leather adorn his bulging face with a name plate which read "Country Side". A chocolate musketeer, he was a coco mixed with the color of the night sky. Not as pretty as he could be, but he was good enough. The air was slightly colder than he had remembered and it sent a chill down his spine when it blew agains't his body, it was an uncomfortable feeling but it didn't bug him too much. Stalks were a bit lengthy, he wasn't that big for a Thoroughbred but that didn't matter to his owner, Winnie. Ah, Winnie Sharphowl, the adopted daughter of Wynd. He had heard of Wyndlily in conversations around the barn, she had a cousin that owned this fine establishment. Now it made since. Well.. not really, but he didn't care as long as he didn't have to leave TREC.
Masculine would dance around the enclosure, stilts tilted and wobbled as he flit the medium-sized paddock. Now.. who was this boy next to him? White as snow itself. A soft whicker would sound from his gullet. Indeed, he was a handsome lookin' fellow. Now don't get anything wrong, Country looked at everybody and commented on them in his mind. Nasal cavities would dialate to inhale and exhale. Tassie would flare up a bit then swat his rump, shooing away the pests that swarmed around him constantly. Soldier would stare at the brute still, interesting looking thing he was, eh?... |
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