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[duckluv]

Aiden, having seen Pheobe bolt, galloped after her and Warlock, wondering why she was leaving.

(At last I have found a picture of him --

)

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

Seeing another horse after her, who she could barely make out from her distance, she whinnied loudly and then gained even more speed in her gaited gallop. Amazingly enough, she still never stopped to take a breath, leaving dust billowing up behind her.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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He's a sexeh poneh.

 

[duckluv]

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He's a sexeh poneh.

You see him? You see his face? Good. You have just stared pure epic-ness in the face.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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He's a sexeh poneh.

You see him? You see his face? Good. You have just stared pure epic-ness in the face.

I feel amazing now.

 

[BirdNut]

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He's a sexeh poneh.

You see him? You see his face? Good. You have just stared pure epic-ness in the face.

Srsly.

Now you all need to see my newest characters. I'll pull up their pictures in a bit... As soon as someone responds to their presence. They're practically standing right IN Skyherd and nobody noticed.

 

[duckluv]

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Aiden pushed himself to go harder, slowly gaining on her. "Phoebe!" he shouted, his voice ringing out loudly. "Stop!"

 

[DuckLover179]

Ace nuzzled Bella.

Poppy pranced after Warlock happily.

 

[BirdNut]

Warlock saw that clearly he was making the situation worse and skidded to a halt, plumes of dust rising from under his hooves and lingering in the air in low clouds. "If she wants to leave, she can go," he thought to himself, but his words sounded so cold, and he felt a sense of guilt. Instead he turned and jetted back for Skyherd, a furrow still etched on his forehead. "Dahlia? Dahlia?!" he called frantically, cantering about the mainlands. "Dahlia!"

 

[BirdNut]

Warlock saw that clearly he was making the situation worse and skidded to a halt, plumes of dust rising from under his hooves and lingering in the air in low clouds. "If she wants to leave, she can go," he thought to himself, but his words sounded so cold, and he felt a sense of guilt. Instead he turned and jetted back for Skyherd, a furrow still etched on his forehead. "Dahlia? Dahlia?!" he called frantically, cantering about the mainlands. "Dahlia!"