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Post by Storm Runner on Aug 4, 2006 6:18:17 GMT -5
Night Secrets walked into the pub. She walked over to the bar, and sat on a stool, looking at the menu and the drinks.
She remembered the strange pony she had seen on her way here.
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Post by Arulin on Aug 4, 2006 6:56:15 GMT -5
Eyes peer in a side ally window , watching the pony within. Nares flare out trying to grab every scent of her that could be taken. Eyes like the depths of the oeacn and horn glows as he forgets himself a moment from seeing one pony that was so innocent and breath taking.
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Post by Storm Runner on Aug 4, 2006 6:58:40 GMT -5
There was nothing here she liked, then again, she barely liked anything but the night. Only the night she trusted. She knew she was being watched. Her senses told her that. But she didnt care, she was watched often because of her strange attitude and looks.
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Post by Arulin on Aug 4, 2006 7:08:47 GMT -5
He would like out a bell like call as one watches, finding that one has maybe done too much. He drops his head from the window a moment then places it to the seal once more as he could not resist the curiousity if she would reply or even repond. Flutted ears peak at the window as he watches her intently. This creature look very odd in indeed, standing about the size of a pony yet not looking like as one nor smelling as one would. A being who could be so curious yet so shy.
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Post by Storm Runner on Aug 4, 2006 7:32:12 GMT -5
Her pink shimmery horn glows a little. She was sending a message.
'Why are you following me?'
She hoped it got through, seeing as she knew he was there.
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Post by Arulin on Aug 4, 2006 7:39:46 GMT -5
Blinks in a flutter of eyes , hearing her speak as the horn upon her head would glow an illuminious pink. Reponding through the mind and spirit as he replies, "I seek to know of you and the rest here....So much has changed since I was a youngling folicing this world"
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Post by Arulin on Aug 4, 2006 15:41:44 GMT -5
Ears flick towards the sky as one looks up seeing something in the sky screaming bloody murder as it dived down , rushing to the ground. "Only one winged mess could that be!!! She could of waited for me to call to her before coming and through that ever presence of storms and dark water to the west? Why take the air?!"
Cutting a glance at the pony in the window with eyes in surprised fright he as a crash through trees could be heard. Suddenly taking a step to gallop to the beach in a rush, hoping that wasn't her but having known her ability to fly.... Not a flyer here could help her learn to land.
((cont on the beach))
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Post by Storm Runner on Aug 9, 2006 6:42:24 GMT -5
((cont. in The First Tremor... at the beach))
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