~•-SeaBand - A RP of the Chincoteague Pony Band-•~ FINALLY a new plot!

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Timor snorted a laugh, but stopped as Aille turned to give him a murderous glare, her black nostrils flaring. Velnias's palomino roan cost glistened as he tensed, almost a horsie-flex, causing his shoulder muscles to bulge almost unnaturally from his shoulders. The tall stallion looked down and Yuma from his place severl yards away. "We are looking to join." Lili walked beside him, her small feminine body almost comical look next to his. "We formed a small band of loners and are looking to combine," she said sweetly. Her classic Chincoteague tobiano coat made her almost appear to have been a member of SeaBand by birth.

"You mares may stay without a problem," he said, suddenly eyeing the stallions with a commanding gaze. "But you two are pretty suspicious. I'll tell you what, you may come into my territory so long as you promise to graze in the main area for now and promise not to cause any problems. Once you gain my trust I'll let you go wherever, but still..."

Timor snorted. "Sure." Velnias's voice was blunt. "Ignore him, he's mental and can't tak anything seriously," he said, glaring at Timor, who's face suddenly sobered. He gave a nod before trotting off. The other four followed.
 
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"You mares may stay without a problem," he said, suddenly eyeing the stallions with a commanding gaze. "But you two are pretty suspicious. I'll tell you what, you may come into my territory so long as you promise to graze in the main area for now and promise not to cause any problems. Once you gain my trust I'll let you go wherever, but still..."

Timor snorted. "Sure." Velnias's voice was blunt. "Ignore him, he's mental and can't tak anything seriously," he said, glaring at Timor, who's face suddenly sobered. He gave a nod before trotting off. The other four followed.

Yuma herded them down to the main lands, just to make sure they wouldn't do anything rediculous. He snorted, and turned, watching them from the hill with Marie.
 
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Timor snorted. "Sure." Velnias's voice was blunt. "Ignore him, he's mental and can't tak anything seriously," he said, glaring at Timor, who's face suddenly sobered. He gave a nod before trotting off. The other four followed.

Yuma herded them down to the main lands, just to make sure they wouldn't do anything rediculous. He snorted, and turned, watching them from the hill with Marie.

Timor rolled his eyes when Yuma turned his back before lowering his head to graze. The rest joined him.
 
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Yuma herded them down to the main lands, just to make sure they wouldn't do anything rediculous. He snorted, and turned, watching them from the hill with Marie.

Timor rolled his eyes when Yuma turned his back before lowering his head to graze. The rest joined him.

Yuma snorted and pinned his ears at Timor, muscles bulging.
 
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Timor rolled his eyes when Yuma turned his back before lowering his head to graze. The rest joined him.

Yuma snorted and pinned his ears at Timor.

Timor rolled his eyes again and stifled a laugh, turning to graze. Velnias raised his head and watched Yuma intently, making sure he wouldn't attack his stupid friend. Aille did the same.
 
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Yuma snorted and pinned his ears at Timor.

Timor rolled his eyes again and stifled a laugh, turning to graze. Velnias raised his head and watched Yuma intently, making sure he wouldn't attack his stupid friend. Aille did the same.

Yuma spun around and gave Timor a bone chilling glare.
 
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Timor rolled his eyes again and stifled a laugh, turning to graze. Velnias raised his head and watched Yuma intently, making sure he wouldn't attack his stupid friend. Aille did the same.

Yuma spun around and gave Timor a bone chilling glare.

Timor snorted and rolled his eyes again. "You're wasting your time. Why are you sitting here, anyway?" he asked. He turned, so his muscular hindquarters were facing Yuma. Both him and Vesnias looked like bodybuilder ponies, strangely. Aille continued to glare menacingly at Yuma.
 
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Yuma spun around and gave Timor a bone chilling glare.

Timor snorted and rolled his eyes again. "You're wasting your time. Why are you sitting here, anyway?" he asked. He turned, so his muscular hindquarters were facing Yuma. Both him and Vesnias looked like bodybuilder ponies, strangely. Aille continued to glare menacingly at Yuma.

"You may leave," he snarled to Timor, flexing out his muscles. "If you can't contain yourself, then you obviously do not belong here."
 

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