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 Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 7:09 am
Del'nal && Caravel
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Hooves thudded heavily against the ground in the forest. Birds flew up into the air because of the noise, startling them. Hundreds of butterflys buzzed around, excited about Summer. They were all in breeding season and were flitting around everywhere. Flys veered into the shade, trying to float away from all heat.
The noise was an olive-colored stallion. He had dark brown spots over the tops of his neck and back, he looked like a giant pistachio. His name was caravel, and he galloped with the grace of a gypsy horse, his long neck bowed and his long mane blowing in the wind. He was running from.... life. He was away from his former home and family, trying to meet new horses and experience new things.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:59 am
Del'nal was once again off following the butterflies. The little flying things were so fascinating to her, with their pretty colors and abilities to fly. Of course she knew she had things attached to her sides but yet she had never used them except only ever to glide. Giggling she continued to watch the butterfly as it bounced up and down in it's flight. Oh what a thing it would be to be able to fly like a butterfly! To absorbed in her thoughts of the butterfly the winged mare failed to hear the sound of hooves coming ever closer.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 3:09 pm
Caravel lifted his head and smelled the air, a femme had cought his attention. He pawed at the ground and picked up into a trot before he finally found her. Smiling he watched, she was a pretty winged mare. His eyes flicked to what she was so intently looking at. A butterfly? With a flick of his ears he walked forward a bit and lowered his head, showing he meant the farthest thing from harm. He gentle pressed his muzzle against her shoulder and backed away a step. "Helllo, miss, I am Caravel." He smiled warmly. "Admiring the butterflies?"
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