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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 11:54 am
Nadia stretched out and trotted her way around the bend in the path. She hadn't ever been so annoyed with a stallion before... A Rival? HER!? She scoffed at the idea, she found herself rather likable even if she didn't have many friends or anything... But he called her a princess and that just drove her crazy. She had presented herself in a proper manner... Where is it written that just because she was a mare she was a princess. She shook her head... A small wind pulled at the feather on her head and she stopped to look up. She wondered if she run into him again... She was in the right area.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 7:21 am
But today was different because he knew Nadia was in the area. He could smell her scent blowing in the breeze. This caused him to smirk. He walked into the area where he last met her seeing her form in the distance. He knew it was her because of the feather in her hair. It was the first thing he noticed when they met for the first time before.
"We meet again.." He said under his breath as he walked further into the clearing with a slight smirk plastered on his muzzle. Oh yes today was going to be fun indeed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 7:11 pm
A chill went up Nadia's spine, she felt someone looking at her, and she turned around to look right at him. "Oh, well if it isn't Spots." She turned her body to face him. Just seeing him made her blood boil. Princess... PRINCESS!? She eyes him a little, he was bigger then her, but she could take him... She wanted to wipe that smug look right off his face.
Sorry it's short DX
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 12:35 pm
“Spots?”
He looked at her with a slight glare as he watched her more thinking this mare just hit a nerve with him. He usually was pretty carefree and easy going, but a bit sarcastic until someone angered him. They all bets were off at that point and he would hurt you in any way possible. Whether it be by words or by ramming into you with his body.
“You look like your angry…you don’t like being called Princess? I thought every female wants to be pampered like one.”
He laughed dryly.
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