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 Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 9:59 am
 It was finally spring, Molotov's favorite season. The grass was that bright green with just a tinge of yellow that it would lose by summer, and had a sweeter flavor. The leaves on the trees were still small and perfect, allowing green-tinted sunlight to reach deeper into the forest than usual. And in the meadows, flowers in every color imaginable were in full, aromatic bloom.
This morning found him in just such a meadow, nibbling lightly at a small patch of sweet-spicy clover and just enjoying the colors, smells, and new warmth that was pure spring. Did life get any better than this? he wondered, tossing his antlered head contentedly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 4:32 pm
 The air was crisp, the grass was cool, and the earth was being reborn. It was spring, a beautiful season of color and life. As the sun rose over the land flowers bloomed in wide abundance and in many variations. Caoilainn was just fascinated that she blended in so well like camouflage smiling to herself as she pranced through the meadow. The young mare never felt so alive and refreshed that she shook her mane and lifted her head to stare up at the white puffy clouds. So content with herself she closed her eyes listening to the nature around her. What a glorious day, she thought to herself, maybe something amazing will happen.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:00 pm
Molotov froze when the spring sounds of birdsong and wind rustling new leaves were interrupted by another sound, that of another large creature moving through the grass. His coloration, which hid him so well in autumn and winter, made him stand out now like a raven among parrots during his favorite season, but he moved to the edge of the meadow in an attempt to blend somewhat with the tree trunks and dappled sunshine.
Looking around, he could not see what might have been making the noise... until a section of color his eyes had taken for a particularly colorful patch of flowers at the far edge of the meadow seemed to detach itself and prance further into the meadow.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 9:10 am
From prancing to galloping Caoilainn was so energetic she gracefully leaped into the air. Landing right off the edge of the forest she laughed to herself as she unintentionally frightened some birds away. Taking a breath and looking around Caoilainn was hoping to play with her friend Keane, who none the less was a bat. He was a good pal and at times liked to watch over her from a distance. "Maybe he is hiding in a tree? Hehe!" So the mare trotted toward the tall trees and looked up high wondering if his little bald winged flying friend was around.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 5:39 pm
Molotov stood still in shock as what he had taken to be a particularly bright patch of flowers moved towards him and resolved itself into a pastel-rainbow mare. She seemed oblivious to him, despite his minimal camouflage ability at the moment, as she was scanning the treetops rather than at ground level. He wasn't sure who this mysterious 'he' was that would be hiding in a tree, but was pretty certain he didn't want to find out the hard way.
Trying to look calm and composed, he strode away from the trees and further into the meadow, as if he had just arrived. "Er, hello there. Am I interrupting?"
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 12:15 pm
Startled by a voice from right behind her she jumped and twisted around real fast to spot a huge Cerynei. "Whoh uh um hai there no no I was looking up in the trees for a friend of mine who is, hiding? Not sure heh, I guess I was just imagining things." Trotting around the stallion she looked at him a good once over. "You have very lean legs...oh and antlers! Oh and a short tail like me!" She took a step back her hooves digging into the ground. "Oh forgive me where are my manners? I'm Caoilainn. You must excuse me I'm very excited to meet new comers!" She smiled and gave him a chance to speak.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 3:12 pm
Molotov blinked at the close examination and summary of his features, followed by a quick flood of words. "Er... thanks. I'm Molotov Cupcake. Uh, feel free to call me Molotov." He gave the exuberant mare a quick once-over. It was obvious why he had not been able to distinguish between her and the colorful flowers of the meadow; her hide was almost perfect camouflage against the rainbow of flora. He'd never seen such a colorful creature in his life, and was quite taken with her appearance.
"Um, your friend, what do they look like? I can help you look, if you like."
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