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 Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:52 pm
This RP is for Buffy & Cuter <3
If you'd like to join, please PM one of us for permission first
Thanks! n___n  Nostalgia walked along the river's edge, bored and annoyed with herself. Why had she flown off so quickly after running into Shade the other day? She shouldn't be worried or scared off by a kalona... she was a ghost for goodness sakes!
"Jean would have thought me a fool had he seen me," she muttered to herself, kicking a rock away with her hoof as she trudged on. She needed a distraction. Badly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:57 pm
The palomino mare had just woken up, her chocolate eyes opening anf gleaming the the light. She wasnt too sure where her teepee mates had gone, but she honestly didnt care. She'd been looking for Tai, and he was MIA, and it worried her, again.
Eyeing the scenery, she kept her face to teh ground, picking up afew tidbits of grass.
Flit resided close to her, as he never left her side. It was his way of proving he was a good friend. She cast an eye to him, and his eyes were still shut, but soon, the sun would open them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 5:04 pm
Nostalgia had managed to travel a few miles away by foot, dragging her chains along every inch of the way. Flying was her method of sorting things out in her head... walking was sorting things out in her head while exercising.
"Hopefully, with me being this far away," she thought to herself, "Daray won't be anywhere nearby."
Thought she respected the indian she lived with in their teepee, she could hardly stand her roommate, Daray, and knew he felt mutual about it. She didn't know what it was about him that irritated her, but something just rubbed her the wrong way and she couldn't stand to be near him.
Walking further on, she noticed a cream colored splotch against the white snow and green grass, and tilted her head curiously. Could it be another Soquili? Could it be Jean?
She didn't see the black hair the stallion would have, so her heart lost hope.
"Oh well," she sighed, but then her hopes arose again. If it wasn't Jean, then who could it be?
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 5:15 pm
Esper moved hoof and nose across the snow, moving it about, keeping it from the grass that was cold to the touch. She tore another piece and raised her head, chewing thoughtfully.
Her creme mane blew in the wind, adorned with the golden feathers from her Tai's beloved eagle Marahute, and whenever she had foals, she'd name her filly (if she had one) Marahute as well. The name fit, and meant Golden Eagle.
The shelled beads blew about in the wind, the ones that resided around her neck, and she shook her head, closing her eyes and letting the wind blow her face. As she opened the orbs she had, they landed on a pale blue figure.
What was it?
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 5:29 pm
Approaching the Soquili cautiously, Nostalgia studied the mare from a distance. She looked like a regular horse... no horns, wings, or devil tails to speak of, but looks were always deceiving, and Nos knew that best of all.
She debated on whether or not to allow the mare to see her ghostly wings, but decided that she shouldn't hide who she was to this stranger. "Who is she to judge me before she knows me?" Nos thought to herself silently, a grim smile spread across her face as she drew nearer to the horse.
"Good day," she called out to the cream mare. "And how are you?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 5:33 pm
Esper's head turned and she looked at the lovely blue mare. She had ghostly purple wings, and a shiny purple horn.
Oooh! Oooh! Could this be the mare Jean was talking about? She had chains around her ankles, and she was beautiful. If this was the mare, Jean had great taste.
She offered a friendly smile, flicking a blonde mane from her eyes.
"Hello there!"
Flit clung under her body, he was awake now, and fully aware a newcomer was here.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 8:22 pm
Nostalgia smiled sadly as she watched the brightly colored wolf hide against the mare. It wasn't the first time she scared a creature, and she was sure it wouldn't be her last.
She glanced back up and met the gaze of the beautiful mare. "Greetings." She said gently, her soft voice attempting to grow louder. "I am Nostalgia. I'm sorry for frightening your friend over there."
She stepped closer to the pair, and a familiar scent reached her nostrils. It smelled like her lover, but he was nowhere to be seen. How could that possibly be? Did... did this pretty mare have something to do with her Jean?
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