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 Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 2:50 pm
 Astra glided through the air, lilac eyes scanning the forest below her. The mare sighed wistfully, now a full grown adult she still hadn't found her knight in shining armor that was supposed to come and rescue her from Tavarii and Carmine. She no longer hated her captors but still, she was supposed to be rescued by now. Not left alone to fly the day away.
Snorting she tossed her head, her braided mane flying through the air before it settled again. Maybe she should just go out looking for him, but she didn't know who he was supposed to be...and if she looked for him it took some of the romance out of it. Sighing she looked down at the ground spotting the thing she had been searching for. The glimmering surface of a river.
Gracefully she banked in the air, gliding towards the ground in a spiral, her speed slowing as she got closer to the grass. She pulled her wings in as her hooves touched down and with a whinny she trotted over to the river, dipping her head to drink. She loved to fly, she sometimes felt bad for her sister who was stuck on the ground without wings.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 9:07 pm
Teo bounded through the clearing, much like a newborn antelope, he looked very disoriented and... awkward. Then again, it's not often you see a full grown horse bounding through grass. He was singing some merry tune to himself about a princess and a fox, it didn't really make sense but nobody was listening to him anyhow. The asessories attached to the stallions neck jingled as he moved about, making some sort of misplaced tune to go with his pointless song.
The vibrant blue stallion stopped for a moment as he spotted a stick on the ground beneath him. His two ears pricked forward and his face lit up as he scooped the stick up with his glowing mouth and began carrying the stick just like a proud dog would. It's hard to say what was really going through his mind at that moment, but it hardly phased him. Teo continued his merry tune, the words somewhat slurred and mumbled now that his mouth was full but he cared not.
Closing his eyes, the stallion trotted out near the river mumbling his tune and continuing his awkward gait. His tail swung behind him, seeming to be in tune with his song and jingling but then again... there was no real tune there to begin with. Finally, the "music" stopped and the stallion dropped the stick into the river.
"Fly away little stickling, fly away!" he yelled to the stick as it began floating down the river. Only when it got stuck on a rock did he c**k his head and chase after it, "No, you'll never make it home that way! You have to go back to where you came from, you certainly didn't come from the middle of the track. Don't you have a family, won't you miss them?" the questions never seemed to stop, even as he stuck his nose in the cool water to push the stick away, he continued mumbling about something or rather. What was he saying wouldn't have been the first question to come to mind, instead it might have been, "Does he ever stop?", "What the heck is he doing?" or even whether or not the unique young stallion was sane...
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