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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 5:29 pm
Morgana shifted, she'd grown just recently and the whole world somehow seemed smaller though not by much.The brown mare was wondering whom she'd met today in her travels through this world she barely knew anyting of. It was bitter cold and snow covered the ground like a pure blanket of ivory death.
Tossing her short bobbed mane Morgana walked slowly forward dark eyes scanning the world around her takeing in every little spec as they searched for another life form among the snow covered waste land.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 5:39 pm
Working his way through the white soft snow, Apple felt his muscles could be seen working to keep him moving. The stallion's long gray mane and tail matched his spotted coat. Looking around the snow covered land, the stallion saw a small figure moving around.
Squinting his eyes, Apple finally made out that the figure was a brown mare. Blinking his eyes, the stallion thought the mare was shining, but he thought it was his imagination. Once he opened his eyes, he saw she was still shinging. This mare was very odd, but Apple too was oddly colored with his large apple's on his backside, which he was named after.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 5:57 pm
Morgana paused catching a scent on the wind, as far as the mare could tell it was a stallion. After a moment she spotted him thanks to the large apples on his side. Shakeing her mane she pranced forward to meet him wondering what this stallion could be like, though she did ahve one certine foal hood friend on her mind.
Morgana paused as she got close and stared at him then nodded her head in greeting, "good day to you sir, i'm Morgana." Those were the only words she spoke at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 6:46 pm
Noticing that the mare finally noticed him, the stallion smiled and politely bowed his head in greetings. The mare had red on her muzzle, and her legs. She was pritty, but most mares were pritty to Apple.
Once the mare got closer, Apple got a better look. He noticed her eyes were brown. She had marking under her eyes that were very interesting to Apple. "Oh hello there Morgana, I'm Apple-oosa, but you can call me Apple." The stallion said in his soft, kind voice.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 7:16 pm
Morgana watched him quietly for a long moment, "it's nice to meet you Apple-loosa." He was an interesting stallion with an interesting coloring, she knew she wasn't the most normal looking mare but it wasn't that strange.
Morgana had dark eyes, they weren't evil by any stretch of the immagination, but they were far from the eyes of a happy mare who knew no troubles.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:30 pm
Apple, the always cheerful stallion, trotted around a little before looking at the mare's short mane and tail. Flipping his long mane a little, the stallion smiled he liked the way her mane and tail were. "How are you ma'am?" The stallion asked politely with a smile.
Apple loved to jump around like a little colt would, but he knew that one day he would have to calm down, and raise a family... that might take awhile. The large, gray stallion thought to himself, with a small chuckle on the inside.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 4:11 pm
She shifted watching him for a long moment, he was a spunky hyper active stallion. It made Morgana shift and almost feel alittle uncomfrotable, she was far from happy and got alittle confuse don how to act around a soquili who was.
"i'm okay, and you?" Her bobbed tail twitched again swatting lightly back and forth across her hunches.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 6:21 pm
Seeing the mare's face, Apple's ears dropped. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he decided to calm down some. Trying to think about how to act, the stallion pawed at the ground. Noticing that his bad habbit, Apple quickly stopped himself.
"I'm good." He said looking at the mare's brown eyes. The stallion liked the way she had the black strips under her eyes.
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