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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 5:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 2:08 pm
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I'm a Newbie and Can't Wait to RP! Player Name: One Little Jay Pref List: Flea Bitten Stallion, Mare Prompt Reply:
Maybe he was a bit crazy, this was nothing new. Everyone always said he had a "different" way of looking at the world. "No really guys! This time i'm serious." His mane distorted into a grave look. No one would believe him ,and perhaps they shouldn't. He couldn't let the chill down his spine go. He couldn't let them think was crazy. Sure he had been wrong in the beginning but now, now he new what he was talking about. He could smell it on the wind, trouble the same trouble he smelled the night his herd had to run. He was only a calf then, with his wobbly knees. He remembered that smell and his mother's troubled gaff. She nudged him to make him run faster but he couldn't. He was already so out of breath, but mother knows best; so he ran.
No one was believing him, he couldn't run without them. What he needed to do was to find a way to make them see, they were all too young to remember the smell, so what then could he do? Then it hit him and he knew exactly the right thing, but would it work the way he hoped?
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 4:16 pm
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