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Post by LouLou on Jun 16, 2009 16:48:35 GMT -5
Frosty Beau was disappointed that things didn't go well with Velocity. He masked his disappointment. He trotted across the meadow and smiled. He neighed softly. He wondered if his siblings were more successful then he was. He trotted around a large oak that was growing in the middle of the meadow. He lifted his nose to the air and sniffed. Were any vixens nearby? Any stags? He began to graze for a little bit and kept alert. |
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Post by horsespirit on Jun 16, 2009 17:22:58 GMT -5
A mask for a mask...Masqurade trotted into the rolling meadows, hoping to find someone who could see through her mask. Her many masks of many faces. She saw a stallion grazing and walked over to him. "Hello sir, what are you doing on this fine day?" she asked. Right now, her more cheerful mask was on. Let's see how he would react. She shook her mane and then returned to watching him.
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Post by LouLou on Jun 16, 2009 17:28:35 GMT -5
Frosty Beau's blue-green eyes rose and he saw a mare standing before him. She was indeed a beautiful dark bay. Judging on her conformation she probably had a little bit of mustang blood in here. He nodded his white head. "Hello kind mare. The day for me has not been so fine but I will soon be able to be cheery like you," he looked at her with a small smile. "You seem very cheery. Has something good happened to you today?" he asked. Then he shook his Arabian dished head. "I'm sorry dear. My calling would be Frosty Beau. Who would you be?" He hadn't realized how many questions he asked. Now he thought back on it. Only two questions. Huh. Seemed like he asked a few more then that. He also realized she calledhim sir. To be honest a mare had never called him sir; it made him feel older more mature. Interesting. |
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Post by horsespirit on Jun 16, 2009 18:23:43 GMT -5
Masqurade listened as Frosty Beau talked. It seemed he talked a lot and asked many questions when he actually only asked two. "I am Masqurade, why I am cheery I do not know. It was the mask that emerged when I talked with you, nothing has happened to me to make me cheerful," she replyed to the stallion. She looked around stomped a hoof, she felt a little jumpy with unlimited energy that was stored in her. "Can I call you Frosty? And can we travel across the sifting sand, I'm a little restless," she said to him. OOC- this is going to be funny, lol |
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Post by LouLou on Jun 16, 2009 18:36:08 GMT -5
He smiled at the mare who seemed energetic. "Masqurade sounds like a perfect name for a mare who has masks," he stated with a smile. He trotted to her. "Of course Masqurade," he stated with a smile. "Sifting Sand sounds interesting," he added as he trotted next to her. He loped away from the oak tree and in the direction of Sifting Sand. OOC- Indeed it is lol |
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