hiddenaway
Colt/Filly
The wind of Heaven is that which blows between a horses ears.
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Post by hiddenaway on Mar 3, 2012 13:39:47 GMT -5
Avalon cantared smoothly into his lands and slid to a stop a ways from the beach. Welcome...This is White Sands. Avalon took a deep breath of the salty air, and turned to look at the fae behind him. The stag half reared, happy to be back home. He blanced like that for a moment, then dropped down to all fours and tossed his head. I think you will like it here, and I'll make sure you meet Cali and Daiquiri. Avalon smiled and bobbed his head, mane slappin against his slender neck.
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Post by EscapeFate on Mar 8, 2012 10:27:43 GMT -5
Mimi was grazing in the summer heat, her dark coat soaking up the rays and heating her. Every so ofter she would go and take a dip in the water to cool off, enjoying the salty water.
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hiddenaway
Colt/Filly
The wind of Heaven is that which blows between a horses ears.
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Post by hiddenaway on Mar 8, 2012 11:22:57 GMT -5
Avalon watched as his newest fae made herself at home. The stallion trotted a few yards away, finding an idea plce to role. He settled for a shady spot on the sand, feeling the warm, damp sand on his now sleek coat. Avalon heaved himself to his feet, rubbing off his unneeded winter coat against a nearby tree. Looking in Mimi's direction, the stag noted she was swimming. Dipping in and out to keep cool. Beware, there is a drop off a little ways out. He remembered his own experience with that particular peice of ocean geography. It taken him fully under, tossing him this way and that before he had finally been able to surface.
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