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 Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 3:02 pm
This PRP is for Shar and myself. Please don't post. 
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 3:41 pm
The journey had been a success as the fluid stallion composed of golden aura and nobility had landed in this new alluring land. Eyes of a violet hue seeking to learn of these new inhabitants and their culture. So long had he been living within the sands had he wondered what things lie green and flourishing elsewhere in the world. The stallion with a determined curiosity and set mind he pulled into the air with a powerful thrust of his back legs, looking for a new life, new adventure, in a land that grew with different seasons and life.
Now he breathed in the chill of winter bringing with it a new significance of spring not too far off. His keen gazing orbs took in several of the Soquili roaming here and there. Beautiful natives that inspired his every breath. Wondering what beautiful creatures he'd finally meet face to face, the stallion walked in a contemplative state of mind.
Though he was rather stern at times, almost cruel there lied an undesired passion for knowledge and beauty that unhinged him. Here he'd most certainly find things to peak his interest and perhaps soothe that wandering spirit that lied within.
Atemu couldn't of been more anxious or content being there.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 12:41 pm
The warm sun caressed her back and glinted off of her colorful feathers as she slowly fell from the heavens. She smiled to herself as she watched the ground rush up to meet her. The cool wind of her decent causing her mane and tail to stream behind her in an ebony fan fare.
She landed with a florish, wings streching and folding across her back as she shook her hair from her eyes. The weighted beads on the strands of black clicking together as she found her footing in the sands.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:26 pm
Atemu's eyes of drenched violet hue scanned the area for something of interest noticing a mare unlike any other other he'd conversed with before. She was quite stunning as her wings undoubtedly put others to shame. Shimmering greens, blue, and red set in perfect shades fluttered lightly as the wind passed her by. Hair of ebony encased in golden beads hung heavily but with beautiful flair. To the great prince she was a Goddess, a figure of everyone's dreams brought to life within the canvas she had placed herself within.
Though the great stallion was stubborn at times keeping away from everyone, he rather wanted to indulge in this certain mare's interest. So, with a furrow of his own wings he walked toward her, his heavy golden talismans and accessories jingling as he made his slow stride. If she was indeed a Goddess he dared not rouse her anger or spook the very soul she carried. No, this one time Atemu would be friendly and seek audience with this lovely beauty.
Stepping a few feet from her he bowed his head majestically, "Greetings beautiful one. Have you traveled far?" Always with respect, the golden stallion with hair of ebony and magenta deemed himself worthy of her company.
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