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post #431 of 660
6/27/12 at 10:21am
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Chance the Nomad horse Traveled along the Border of the SkyHerd. Looking at all the Mares, but he knew he could never have one unless they weren't in a Herd. Chance was almost the last one of his breed. Yet he didn't even know it..He let out a soft Nicker and Grazed on some Brittle Grass.

Clancy skidded to a halt on the side of the hill, finding a foot hold to stop his descent. "Yuvonno," Clancy hissed, shaking clinging dirt of his now dull coat "did you see that?"

"Ignorance, the root and stem of every argument." - Plato

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post #432 of 660
6/27/12 at 10:21am

Lol, I gotta go eat.. Be Back soon frow.gif

My Friend is Dying of Cancer..I don't know How to Act. It seems she only has a Year to Live, Maybe 2 Years at The Most. And now in Two Weeks she's having a Surgery, that could Kill Her..Slim Chance she'll make It. But before that Surgery, she's getting married to Her Closest Friend, Jet. Friends since they Were Young..But they're Hardly Talking, and Her life has gone Good to Horrible so Quickly...

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My Friend is Dying of Cancer..I don't know How to Act. It seems she only has a Year to Live, Maybe 2 Years at The Most. And now in Two Weeks she's having a Surgery, that could Kill Her..Slim Chance she'll make It. But before that Surgery, she's getting married to Her Closest Friend, Jet. Friends since they Were Young..But they're Hardly Talking, and Her life has gone Good to Horrible so Quickly...

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post #433 of 660
6/27/12 at 11:28am

Nova grazed nonchalantly, her daughter Awentia standing by her side. The young foal rested her head up against her mother's soft, warm side. She could feel Nova's ribs expand and contract with each slow, calm breath. Awentia sighed. She loved moments like this; when the breeze rippled through the grass and colorful wildflowers; when the sun cast warm rays of light down onto her back; when her Mother was close by, and not far off where she could not find her. Slowly, Awentia drifted off into a light sleep. Nova, who was still chewing on the grass, noticed the nicker of another horse nearby. She lifted her head for a moment, letting her eyes fall on Chance. 

"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay." - Brian Aldiss             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay." - Brian Aldiss             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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post #434 of 660
6/27/12 at 11:34am
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She could show up and Owl could claim her. xD

Is Owl purdy?

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Jesus Christ was sinless, perfect; He was beaten with whips tipped with glass shards, spikes driven through his wrists and ankles, a crown of thorns set into his head, for us. And that includes YOU. ABC: Admit, Believe, Confess that Jesus is God's son and he gave his life for you, accept him into your heart as your savior, or, when you die, you will never have another chance. Jesus...

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post #435 of 660
6/27/12 at 12:31pm
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Is Owl purdy?

No, he is the ugliest horse you've ever seen. Yes! Of course he is pretty! You can look in my RPG folder for him.

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post #436 of 660
6/27/12 at 12:42pm
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No, he is the ugliest horse you've ever seen. Yes! Of course he is pretty! You can look in my RPG folder for him.

Rain will think about it. 

Jesus Christ was sinless, perfect; He was beaten with whips tipped with glass shards, spikes driven through his wrists and ankles, a crown of thorns set into his head, for us. And that includes YOU. ABC: Admit, Believe, Confess that Jesus is God's son and he gave his life for you, accept him into your heart as your savior, or, when you die, you will never have another chance. Jesus...

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Jesus Christ was sinless, perfect; He was beaten with whips tipped with glass shards, spikes driven through his wrists and ankles, a crown of thorns set into his head, for us. And that includes YOU. ABC: Admit, Believe, Confess that Jesus is God's son and he gave his life for you, accept him into your heart as your savior, or, when you die, you will never have another chance. Jesus...

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post #437 of 660
6/27/12 at 1:00pm
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Nova grazed nonchalantly, her daughter Awentia standing by her side. The young foal rested her head up against her mother's soft, warm side. She could feel Nova's ribs expand and contract with each slow, calm breath. Awentia sighed. She loved moments like this; when the breeze rippled through the grass and colorful wildflowers; when the sun cast warm rays of light down onto her back; when her Mother was close by, and not far off where she could not find her. Slowly, Awentia drifted off into a light sleep. Nova, who was still chewing on the grass, noticed the nicker of another horse nearby. She lifted her head for a moment, letting her eyes fall on Chance. 

Chance smelled the Air, Mare. He knew that smell anywhere. He raised his head high, his Brown Forelock switched to his left eye so he could see the Mare. He looked straight at her grinned and trotted over to her.

My Friend is Dying of Cancer..I don't know How to Act. It seems she only has a Year to Live, Maybe 2 Years at The Most. And now in Two Weeks she's having a Surgery, that could Kill Her..Slim Chance she'll make It. But before that Surgery, she's getting married to Her Closest Friend, Jet. Friends since they Were Young..But they're Hardly Talking, and Her life has gone Good to Horrible so Quickly...

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My Friend is Dying of Cancer..I don't know How to Act. It seems she only has a Year to Live, Maybe 2 Years at The Most. And now in Two Weeks she's having a Surgery, that could Kill Her..Slim Chance she'll make It. But before that Surgery, she's getting married to Her Closest Friend, Jet. Friends since they Were Young..But they're Hardly Talking, and Her life has gone Good to Horrible so Quickly...

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post #438 of 660
6/27/12 at 1:02pm
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Rain will think about it. 

Oh yes she will tongue.png

"Ignorance, the root and stem of every argument." - Plato

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post #439 of 660
6/27/12 at 1:03pm
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Chance smelled the Air, Mare. He knew that smell anywhere. He raised his head high, his Brown Forelock switched to his left eye so he could see the Mare. He looked straight at her grinned and trotted over to her.

Clancy pinned his small red ears, unsure about this stallion. "Who aww you!" He demanded to know parting from his friend to go investigate the scene.

"Ignorance, the root and stem of every argument." - Plato

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post #440 of 660
6/27/12 at 1:24pm
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Chance smelled the Air, Mare. He knew that smell anywhere. He raised his head high, his Brown Forelock switched to his left eye so he could see the Mare. He looked straight at her grinned and trotted over to her.

Nova watched him trot over, her ears faced forward and a surprised look on her face. She wasn't scared, but she wasn't sure what to do either.

"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay." - Brian Aldiss             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay." - Brian Aldiss             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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