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 Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:46 pm
She waited a moment then huffed and continued on to the town.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 12:05 am
He almost followed her. A foal on her own needed an adult escort. He took the first step, warred with himself. He hated her, loathed her...but... what if she got hurt? Did he want that blood on his hooves? But... that meant putting up with her... but...." while he argued mentally, his body moved, albeit stiffly, to catch up with her. There were some days he really hated himself. This... this was one of them.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 10:28 am
"Seriously, stop following me!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:27 am
He grunted. He wished he could, he really really wished he could. But she was still a foal, she still needed protection until she reached another adult that he could pass her off to. Though it occurred to him that if she was annoyed this might also be a small measure of payback. She had annoyed him enough that he was willing to let it be payback.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:27 am
Blossom scowled at him, considered, then took off running.
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