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Post by Marthana on Apr 3, 2005 20:06:34 GMT
Red Fury trampled the summer brunt grass never had he met another foal except for his cousins which he only got a glimps of. Now sturting over tree's proding roots from his da's canvas He watched the horizen that had fruit trees and craddle trees painting the edges of the Firament as thoughts lurked deep in his mind. He would go find some friends instead of being held back by a worry sick mum. The squall picked up round his small torso as his twindle legs firsked to stretch across the canvas. This truely being his breakdown of lonliness.
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Post by Red Orient + Winter Orchid on Apr 4, 2005 21:39:24 GMT
Little filly came trotting up to Red Fury and nuzzled him softly.
You ok?
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Post by Marthana on Apr 4, 2005 23:28:02 GMT
Ya. Aren ou Tinter?
He blinked his orbs at her thinking she was one of her cousins
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Post by Red Orient + Winter Orchid on Apr 5, 2005 10:38:04 GMT
She smiled warmly.
Yevz, me Winter Orcthid.
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Post by Marthana on Apr 13, 2005 1:11:42 GMT
Youith my ousin
he laughed swishing his whip cord around
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Post by Red Orient + Winter Orchid on Apr 16, 2005 9:26:04 GMT
She smiled warmly then sighed.
"its so boring around here"
She sounded bothered
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