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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 8:59 pm
 Naina hadnt really grown into the part of mare yet. She was so young.. But yet, her heart and soul now said she was a mare. An adult..
Raised by her vampire father, she'd grown to know seduction and pain mostly. Sometimes, it was hard for even the friendliest of fillies.
She hadnt had a mother. She had only had Mara, who served as her mother on all counts.
Mara had been happy of how much Naina had grown, but now, she was off on her own.
Oh no, she wasnt leaving daddy. She could never. But she was traveling, and she had left him at home, staring out at the sky, wishing to be part of the plan.
He never faltered. He always stood strong, and now the beguiling mistress of a mare, was left to do the same.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 9:24 pm
Urza found himself rather baffled about this strange bug that seemed to land on his nose. It was a butterfly, but he hadn't ever seen something like that. Well, at least he didn't remember that he seen something like this.
His eyes were crossed as her stood there as still as possible. Holding his breath. It was hard to do so, he was about to let his breath go. He'd only seen wings like that on a much bigger creature. Finally, he couldn't hold his breath any longer.
Letting out his breath, he scared the creature off. Slightly sad that it had floated away, he watched as it did so. He then shrugged. He looked about, he had totally forgotten where he was.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 7:26 pm
Naina had only traveled a slight distance, until the grass was up to her knees, and the cave of which she grew was not able to be seen. The mountains were but shadows in teh sky which was blue, oh so blue, as her daddys eyes today.
The sun was hanging, it was time for it to rest, and it knew it, and was preparing.
She turned her head, letting her curly black mane, which she'd inherited from her father, caress her blue neck in a tender touch.
Her amethyst eyes landed on something. A handsome stallion whom seemed so upset, and so distressed.
She walked slowly, perking her ears.
Cautious.
Careful.
"Hello?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 9:07 pm
One of his ears flicked back as he heard someone say something behind him. His head turned slowly where his eyes fell on a rather interesting looking female. She seemed to be blueish... Or some strange color in that range. Then, went into a rather normal color. He raised an eye brow as he blinked a couple of times.
Her hair had a mixture of braids and curls. "Oh... Hello." He finally said as he blinked a couple more times. She didn't seem to be alive. Much like a ghost, or a dream. Was he seeing things again? He smiled at her anyways just in case she was really there.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 8:59 pm
Naina smiled, rather happy that the stallion had been kind. He had a sweet smile, though she saw a little fang, since he seemed to take after teh cat heritage. He had whiskers, coming from the gray on his face.
He was a handsome creature, that was sure. But she was nervous. She always tended to be a bit twitchy at first.. For some reason.
She gave her own smile, letting her braids flow into her purple orbs as she blinked at him, giving him her kind eyes.
When she spoke, a sense of shadow lingered in her voice. Almost dreamlike. She hadnt had it as a foal, but she had inherited it from the one who had given birth to her, she assumed, seeing as how her birther had been ghost breed.
It seemed to be something that came with age.
She spoke softly, as to not startle him.
"How do you do today dear sir?"
Her french accident, seemed odd with her odd dreamlike tone, but she carried it, after all, she'd been raised by her father, a true french man.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 10:04 pm
Urza really hadn't thought too much about her accent. Of course, it wasn't something one would hear every day, but he wasn't the type that noticed small things like that. Unlike her voice, his was very American. Much like those on the west side of the US. He flicked his braided tail making clinking nosies.
"I'm doing rather good, and your sell fair lady?"
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