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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 2:15 pm
The wild colt shot a glance at the new sister that had approached, and he furrowed his brows before stomping over to her. What did she just call them? The colt would not have that filly have her way, even if it was her sibling! Hadn't she seen what he did to the other colt? He would happily be violent if necessary!
"WHAT?" he then said, in a very awkward speech. He wanted to bump heads with her too, and cause her pain, but from the looks of his parents, he was starting to think that wasn't a very good idea.. So instead, the colt scrambled over and away from everybody, and he just watched them with bright eyes.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:19 pm
Nigalya eyed Foliegh. Had they been speaking inappropriately around the baskets? Or had they just managed to produce terribly strong-willed children?
"Be nice," she instructed again, goggling slightly at the three little ones. The second boy and the filly had identical markings; their first son took after Foliegh in appearance. Apparently they had all acquired her own outspoken nature.
Altan glared at his twin from his safe spot behind his mother. "Not dum-dum!" he insisted, stamping a fore hoof.
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