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 Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 5:36 pm
She whinnied her happiness. Today was a beautiful day; blue skies, gentle breezes, warm winds--the perfect day for a great run across the fields. Running--running was her favorite thing to do. It was the only thing she felt confidence in; to have the wind playing with her hair and tail; to have warm sunlight dancing across her fur. Yes... today was brilliant.
And because it was brilliant, she had a feeling that today was going to be rather special--how, she knew not. But, certainly, she had that feeling--it was going to happen at some point, she merely had to go along with it. The summer breeze was the best feeling, and she loved the feel of her muscles at work as she ran, and ran, and ran.
Yes, today was a lovely day, and Fawn decided it was so.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 6:20 pm
Catnip.. I need catnip. The tabby horse thinks to himself as he plods on through the forest, wanting to find catnip (or horsenip o_o) and a nice place for him to flop down and just.. sunbath. His hunter green eyes flicks around when he hears the happy whinnying and clomping hooves, he pokes out the forest and sees the beautiful mare running (from something he assumes). He suddenly springs out with a show-offish high leap into the sun-filled meadow with his mane and tail flying behind him.
Nutmeg dances toward the running mare, not wanting to overexert himself. "Miss!!" He calls out as he continues to 'dance' toward the running mare but spots cat (horse?)n** and diverted in that direction so he could get blissfully stoned. He starts nibbling on the gift from the god himself and feels the familiar lightness along with relaxing sensation overcoming him. He closes his eyes as he automatically dropped to the ground after eating all of the cat(horse)n** and started to roll around in it.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 6:44 pm
She slowed her running into a canter and then to a gallop, until she finally slowed to a trot as she turned her attention to a male's voice calling out. She assumed it was her as she was the only 'miss' in the area, not to mention the only mare in this particular place. It was then her soft golden gaze landed on a striped stallion rolling about gleefully, and she had to hold back her giggles.
What was he doing? Did he get distracted by the horsenip in that area? Well, she couldn't blame him... She trotted her way towards the obviously very high and happy stallion, marveling at how handsome he was. She stopped about three feet away, her shyness suddenly taking over now that she wasn't running any longer. What was she supposed to do? Call him out? Introduce herself? Oh, the choices! She never did do well in social circles, let alone meeting someone new!
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 6:53 pm
Nutmeg flops down on his side after rolling around gleefully on top of crushed horsenip when he hears the mare returning and he grins up at her lazily while lifting his head up. "Do you want some of the n**, miss? I could try to... salvage some." He peers down at the crushed n** then gracefully gets up, dipping his head little bit. "I am Nutmeg." He gave her a rakish grin as his eyes is already half lidded from being stoned. "Would you mind if I sunbath? I can still talk... just.." He wanders off to a perfect sunbathing spot and sits down with his legs bent under him, watching the mare.
"Join me if you want.. or chew the n**. Its all good." He chuckles as he tilts his head toward the sun, blissfully.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 6:57 pm
She squelched her giggles at the way he was talking, but he already attracted her with his semi-wild, rakish ways. She tilted her head, not really sure if she should accept his... 'offer'... or to lay next to him in the sun. Both seemed tempting, though she wasn't one for horsenip. She got high off running; after all, she was wild and she was free, unlike those tame Native horses from that two-legger herd she sometimes saw as she ran.
She soon remembered he had introduced himself, and with a blushing, shy face, she glanced down, scuffling her feet as she introduced herself. "...Um... I am... Fawn." She looked back up with another shy smile, a small, soft one as she watched him curiously. He was sunbathing now, warming himself in the delightful sun rays. She always loved to sunbathe after a good bath in a lake or pond, usually after running. She looked back to the ground. She felt awkward... and of course, shy.
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