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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 1:30 am
Meshach cheered.
"Your leaving, ha! Boring thing is leaving!" The black striped colt trotted about, his head in the air. The boring thing was leaving, he couldn't be happier. It meant he could play on his own again.
He narrowed his golden eyes to watch the adult for a while, waiting. He wasn't going to follow the stallion unless the stallion stopped moving, then he would have to find a way of driving him away from his spot after all this is Meshach's spot!
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 7:36 pm
Isiyah snorted and continued trotting away. Imprudent little colt. The stallion shook his head; listening as the foal chattered to himself. How could one meet such..., for lack of a better word... horrible... soquili all in a few short days? What had the stallion done to deserve this; he would have been far more content not having met anyone at all for that matter. Isiyah shrugged it off; reverting back to his solitary manner and increasing his pace to a canter. There were far better things to spend his time doing and he headed toward the mountain; off to seek isolation.
{{Le fin? Dx -shot-}}
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