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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 12:38 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 7:17 am
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The young stallion that was Notte Rache has found the Land of soquili quite enchanting. With his wings folded neatly and firmly behind him, he has taken to explore the nearby hills and forests, refusing to fly above. Instead his hooves has led him to the natural beauty on the earth, quite different than if you were to merely view it from the sky. However he has yet to still meet more of his bethrens, the kind that roam the lands known as Soquili. Neither has he met the two leggeds, he is quite undecided if he should roam nearer to the villages. However now he neared the river, bright and strong along the lush fields. As he lowered his head to take a quenching drink, he spotted a mare across, her white coat reflecting the sun. For a moment he paused, her likeness a memory in his mind, then it was gone. Notte blinked, absently drinking before lifting his head and giving a friendly call, "hullo there!" It was the first of the times he has greeted his kind on his own.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 10:24 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 12:12 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 1:38 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 6:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:12 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:17 am
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Notte gave her a gentle nod as he passed, setting off at a brisk trot, wondering how fast he should go. He was not sure of the running prowess of land soquilis.....but surely they would be....slightly faster? At flight, he could easily overtake a runner, but at land....hmm, a perplexing question. He would hate to have run off and then found that the lovely young mare was left behind...... Perhaps then he should allow her to take the lead ..... As he thought, his eyes glazed over as he was apt to do, and nearly crashed into a tree. Just in time he snapped back to attention and harrumph, "oh....dear.." A few leaves blossomed around him, some floating into his mane. He turned sheepishly to Johar and righted his directed, mumbling an apology to the tree spirit.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:22 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:28 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:33 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:38 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:49 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 6:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:30 pm
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