Post by &&. Rosie on Mar 14, 2009 18:18:38 GMT -5
Made a mini story...with my evil baby 
I used one of Stumpy's charries...without asking. I am so bad 
The palomino stallion thundered across the plains, his blonde mane whipping in the wind. His mocha colored eyes were alert and his coat shone in the spring sun. It had been a few years since he had galloped across these lands. They brought back a few memories, some delightful, some horrific. The delightful part was this was where he had been born and had lived for six years. But, the bad news, was, he had killed the lead stallion of the Rain herd, Riddle. It had brought him grief and it was a fight for the new mare, Dove, a white femme with muddy brown eyes and a long mane. He had fallen in love but, it was forbidden, as, she was spoken to be with Riddle. But, Quarn had to get in on it, and it almost cost him his life. Dove too, had loved him, but…refused to speak to him after the death of her spoken mate.
Quarn slid to a rough halt and licked up the water from a cold stream, some icy chunks still floating around in the current. The cold liquids stung his tongue, his thirst quenched and gone. He decided to leave, but before he could, he heard hooves thudding towards him. It was…Dove.
He was speechless. Head-over-heels. She didn’t recognize him, but that was a good thing. “Hello.” Her whinny rang out a sweet tune that echoed slightly. It was a light tone that nothing could top. Like a hummingbird suckling the dew out of flower, sweet and addictive. “Hi.” He replied shyly, looking into her eyes. He was immediately taken back to his childhood, playing with her near the waterfall. They were best friends. Their parents disagreed with the decision but they were together. “I’m Dove.” Her soft voice rang out again. “I…I’m Quarn. I believe we’ve met before.” Quarn just risked the conversation. Dove paused, taking a step back. “Q-Quarn?” she stuttered, wary now. “Y…” She said the sound and then muttered something barely audible under her breath. “I’ve missed you.” He nickered, quirking his eyebrows slightly. Dove smiled shyly, her ears forward. “I’ve missed you too.” She neighed, looking at him.
I used one of Stumpy's charries...without asking. I am so bad 
The palomino stallion thundered across the plains, his blonde mane whipping in the wind. His mocha colored eyes were alert and his coat shone in the spring sun. It had been a few years since he had galloped across these lands. They brought back a few memories, some delightful, some horrific. The delightful part was this was where he had been born and had lived for six years. But, the bad news, was, he had killed the lead stallion of the Rain herd, Riddle. It had brought him grief and it was a fight for the new mare, Dove, a white femme with muddy brown eyes and a long mane. He had fallen in love but, it was forbidden, as, she was spoken to be with Riddle. But, Quarn had to get in on it, and it almost cost him his life. Dove too, had loved him, but…refused to speak to him after the death of her spoken mate.
Quarn slid to a rough halt and licked up the water from a cold stream, some icy chunks still floating around in the current. The cold liquids stung his tongue, his thirst quenched and gone. He decided to leave, but before he could, he heard hooves thudding towards him. It was…Dove.
He was speechless. Head-over-heels. She didn’t recognize him, but that was a good thing. “Hello.” Her whinny rang out a sweet tune that echoed slightly. It was a light tone that nothing could top. Like a hummingbird suckling the dew out of flower, sweet and addictive. “Hi.” He replied shyly, looking into her eyes. He was immediately taken back to his childhood, playing with her near the waterfall. They were best friends. Their parents disagreed with the decision but they were together. “I’m Dove.” Her soft voice rang out again. “I…I’m Quarn. I believe we’ve met before.” Quarn just risked the conversation. Dove paused, taking a step back. “Q-Quarn?” she stuttered, wary now. “Y…” She said the sound and then muttered something barely audible under her breath. “I’ve missed you.” He nickered, quirking his eyebrows slightly. Dove smiled shyly, her ears forward. “I’ve missed you too.” She neighed, looking at him.
