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[Dutchgirl]

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"Nevahhh!" Primrose hissed through her tears, standing up on her awkward legs and trotting further away into the field. Dust billowed up onto the other filly's face as she tried to find a place to flee to.

(They're outside in a fenced run, right? )

No, they're in a paddock.

A large wolf crawled in through the paddock bars, and attacked Primrose. The mare threw the wolf out of the paddock. "Are you okay dear?" She asked, licking her wounds.

Random...

 

[DuckyGurl]

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No, they're in a paddock.

A large wolf crawled in through the paddock bars, and attacked Primrose. The mare threw the wolf out of the paddock. "Are you okay dear?" She asked, licking her wounds.

Random...

IKR!?

 

[DuckLover179]

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No, they're in a paddock.

A large wolf crawled in through the paddock bars, and attacked Primrose. The mare threw the wolf out of the paddock. "Are you okay dear?" She asked, licking her wounds.

Random...

Not really. I'm trying to get this filly to like the mare...

 

[Dutchgirl]

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Don answered. "Hello?".

Bryant cleared his throat. "Hello, this is Chief Andrew Bryant at the local police office... are you okay?" he sensed pain in the *dying* man's voice.

 

[duckluv]

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"I ahm nawt; I deed nofing too huh. I jus wan mah reauhl mamah..."

"Yew weal Mwama hates you! That's why oo hewe! Get ova it, and Wuv oo new Mwommy!".

An owl flew into the pen. Straightening his cap and pushing his glasses up on his nose, he pulled out a scroll and said, "I quote thee of thy name Zinnia: 'Roxanne awoke in her stall after being dragged back by the horrid two-legs, feeling a deep pain in her rump from being hit with darts. She groggily looked around for her foal by turning her head left to right, searching through the corners. There were no signs. Very suddenly, the distressed mare began to sob for the loss of the filly that she was looking forward to taking care of; the only light at the end of her tunnel. But instead she was taken away. Taken away by the dreaded two-legs, like the rest of her foals.'" With a hoot he flew off.

 

[DuckLover179]

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Don answered. "Hello?".

Bryant cleared his throat. "Hello... are you okay?" he sensed pain in the *dying* man's voice.

Okay, he can't die, it's against the rules to kill a character without the owners permission!

"Yes." He said, annoyed.

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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"Nevahhh!" Primrose hissed through her tears, standing up on her awkward legs and trotting further away into the field. Dust billowed up onto the other filly's face as she tried to find a place to flee to.

(They're outside in a fenced run, right? )

No, they're in a paddock.

A large wolf crawled in through the paddock bars, and attacked Primrose. The mare threw the wolf out of the paddock. "Are you okay dear?" She asked, licking her wounds.

Oh. Just say she walked away from the other filly, then.

Primrose lie on the ground in shock of the attack, her little legs scarred up with claw marks and blood. She allowed the mare to clean off her wounds though she didn't quite enjoy it due to the fact she was like a total stranger to her.

 

[DuckLover179]

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No, they're in a paddock.

A large wolf crawled in through the paddock bars, and attacked Primrose. The mare threw the wolf out of the paddock. "Are you okay dear?" She asked, licking her wounds.

Oh. Just say she walked away from the other filly, then.

Primrose lie on the ground in shock of the attack, her little legs scarred up with claw marks and blood. She allowed the mare to clean off her wounds though she didn't quite enjoy it due to the fact she was like a total stranger to her.

"Mommy's here! You'll be okay!" She whispered, licking softly.

 

[duckluv]

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Random...

Not really. I'm trying to get this filly to like the mare...

Wolves hunt at night and in groups...no one would be alive. And how can a mare throw something?
Sorry if I seem like a pest...I just find that unrealistic things bother me.

 

[DuckLover179]

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"Yew weal Mwama hates you! That's why oo hewe! Get ova it, and Wuv oo new Mwommy!".

An owl flew into the pen. Straightening his cap and pushing his glasses up on his nose, he pulled out a scroll and said, "I quote thee of thy name Zinnia: 'Roxanne awoke in her stall after being dragged back by the horrid two-legs, feeling a deep pain in her rump from being hit with darts. She groggily looked around for her foal by turning her head left to right, searching through the corners. There were no signs. Very suddenly, the distressed mare began to sob for the loss of the filly that she was looking forward to taking care of; the only light at the end of her tunnel. But instead she was taken away. Taken away by the dreaded two-legs, like the rest of her foals.'" With a hoot he flew off.

this is frustrating enough!