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 Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:02 am
 The stead crunch of snow under hooves broke the silence of the dawn as a bright blue mare, the only thing breaking the blue being black speckles that lined her rump and thighs, made her way through thinned woods. Her head held high so as to prevent her long curly light blond mane from dragging the snow. She could not allow clumps to break off from this blanket of white to get caught in her beautiful mane. No matter how lovely this blanket of white might be.
Steps paused as she allowed her gaze to roam over the land, taking in the way the snow glinted under the light. Something so cold, and yet, so lovely. Perhaps, in a way, she was like the snow?
It wasn't at all uncommon for her to be called cold by those who had found themselves under her disapproving gaze. It happened so often through out her life that she'd long since stopped paying it any mind. If others wanted to think of her as cold, then so be it.
I think I like the snow.
With that thought echoing within her mind, she continued on her journey. A soft smile curving her lips.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:16 am
A winged mare flitted her long tail against the snow, creating a mess beneath her hooves. There has been so much snow around, it's preciousness has lost all meaning to Sasmita. Now she could careless for the white sheet that covered the grass beneath... causing most other animals to Hibernate as well. She sighed out loudly and twitched her ears before padding forward, her neck bent down to watch her tracks being made and then covered by her tail. A small smirk arose on her lips while she does this. Something about messing purity cause some joy for this mare. Most likely because she has been seen as a soquilli... corrupted. Her black and hair and small ripple like markings on the pure white fur of her body is seen as so by others.
These markings shimmer in the light and create an effect that look as if they shift in the black slashes...
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 10:30 am
A sound gave the mare pause, her legs stilling once more. The ears atop her head swiveled every which way, seeking out the direction from whence the sound had come.
There!
Slowly, Lenore turned her head to gaze in the direction, her ears pinning back as she realized what these sounds were. Foot prints. Who else was roaming amongst these woods? Was it another out for a morning walk, soaking up the beauty of a waking world? Or perhaps a hunted scrounging for a meal?
Shifting, the mare lowered her head. Poised to use the horns of her mask to defend if it should be the latter. Her whiskey colored eyes never straying from the path ahead. Waiting to see what might come into view.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 11:17 am
A neigh vibrates from her throat as she stops to fix her tail with a hoof. The hair around it was starting to get frozen from the wet and the freezing air it was now agitating the poor girl. She also tilted her head lightly to fix the long lock concealing an eye before turning her head up and walking normally. The wings on her back shift into an open position before closing and returning back into something more comfortable.
It doesn't take too long before she notices the bright blue mare walking along... and pointing horns out. She stares at this and then lets out a snort and raises her voice, staying in place as she watches. "Are you getting ready to charge and see your favorite shade of red, miss."
She couldn't help the sarcasm dripping from her voice, or the smirk that is widening along her muzzle.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 12:00 pm
Upon seeing the winged mare, Lenore lifted her head, ignoring this other mare's words. Her stance remained defensive as she ran her gaze over the other. Not bothering to hide the fact that she sizing the other.
"Such violent words from such a pretty mouth," Lenore ended her words with a clucking of her tongue. Treating this other as if she were nothing more than a filly that had stumbled onto her path.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:55 am
Pretty, she hears this word said often over these lands. Whether it's for looks or description. It's just plain annoying to hear either way. Her ears twitch in annoyance and she lets out a snort, roughing the ground up with a hoof and rolling her eyes.
"That is how I am, do you have a problem? Or are you someone who stereotypes." She snorts again and smirks. "You can't really stereo-type with that type of item on your face though, hm?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 9:00 am
At the sound of the snort, Lenore instantly pictured a pig, scrounging in the mud with its snout as it searched for food. Her own mental imagery had her nose crinkling in disgust. Did a swine lay under this other mare's pretty pelt? It would be a shame. Such a waster of a lady if that were true.
"The only thing I have a problem with is one whom lacks manners, and that so far seems to fit you." Tosses her mane, her head tilting back enough that she could stare down her nose at the other mare. "It is rude to address such a personal thing when dealing someone do not know."
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 7:32 pm
Her expression falls and she becomes angry now. Who does she think she is? Looking at her as if she's... some kind of princess that could banish Sasmita in one breath! Or, or a dragon that could eat her in one bite! Yeah, that's what this girl acts like. A Nasty little dragon who's better than her. Well, if that's how she's going to act then Sasmita feels as though she's gong to fight right back.
The scowl on her face sticks as she replies, the eye uncovered narrowing into a sharp glare. "Oh, I lack manners huh? You're the one who should be thinking twice abotu that. A 'lady' looking down on another just because of a few words I've said; I can see that distaste in your eyes. But you barely know me." She can't help be let out a grunt of anger, and a stomp of her hoof. "Why don't you learn some manners before telling me I have none."
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 5:57 pm
"You're the one that keeps grunting like a swine," replied Lenore in a haughty tone. She coolly stared at the winged mare with her whiskey eyes, not bothering to hide the fact that she believed herself superior to this mare. In every way.
"As for how I am treating you, it is in the manner I deem you worthy of being treated." She clucked her tongue like a patronizing parent, her stance shifting. If this mare were to attack, Lenore was prepared to defend. "If one does not act like a lady, then they should not expect to be treated like a lady."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:13 am
She can't help but glare at the other mare. Her hoof scraping at the ground more. Snorting like a 'swine'? How ridiculous! "Maybe I rather be a swine then a stuck up lady who will never make friends the way you're acting. Oh but who cares, huh? As long as you act prim and proper none of that really matters does it?"
A smirk rises on her face now and she fluffs her wings out before folding them behind her back. "It doesn't matter to someone who could just talk with other superficial 'ladies' hm?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 12:21 pm
"Oh my, so defensive. Have I touched a nerve?" A smirk threatened to twist Lenore's lips, but she refused to let it form. Her shoulders rolled, as if shrugging off the others mare's words. "Friends?"
Beneath her mask, Lenore quirked a brow, "Why would I need such useless things? To prattle to about pointless things such as gossip or stallions? I have much better things to do with my time."
She paused, and then continued, "Or perhaps you are attempting to project onto me? Lacking in the friends area yourself?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 10:01 am
Sasmita twitched in annoyance to her haughty attitude. Of couse she touched a nerve but this mare will try not to let her know. She straightened herself up before her eyes widen and she looked shocked.
Friends are useless-- She is right honestly. The look of shock disppeared before she smirks now. "Perhaps I am, or maybe I just want to mess with someone. You looked like the perfect mare. Standing all high and mighty. Looking like nothing would ever touch you." The winged mare trots around her, smirk widening. Your mane looks perfect, you must take care of it every,. Single. Day." She peers in and tilts her head. "Such a Pretty mare you are."
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