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[duckluv]

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She really just didn't fit with the other horses much. She shall be seen at some times, might start her own herd of misfits, might join the dark side.

Awww!

I'll have Dusty join the misfit herd. Nobody cares about her much, either. I also have some misfit characters in mind that might go well in that herd.

Yes, not much of a herd if there's only one horse.

 

[DuckyGurl]

Anybody there>!~

 

[chickendiva25]

Yup

 

[DuckyGurl]

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Yay! Now if only Birdnut would get on...*sigh*
Ariel gazed at the fish in the water.

 

[chickendiva25]

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Yay! Now if only Birdnut would get on...*sigh*
Ariel gazed at the fish in the water.

Apollo trotted up to her, and nuzzled her lovingly. "Ariel, what happened to your side?" He asked calmly.

 

[DuckyGurl]

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Yay! Now if only Birdnut would get on...*sigh*
Ariel gazed at the fish in the water.

Apollo trotted up to her, and nuzzled her lovingly. "Ariel, what happened to your side?" He asked calmly.

"Um....I scraped it on some thorns." She said. It hurt less today, but it still hurt.

 

[chickendiva25]

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Apollo trotted up to her, and nuzzled her lovingly. "Ariel, what happened to your side?" He asked calmly.

"Um....I scraped it on some thorns." She said. It hurt less today, but it still hurt.

"Do the wounds hurt?" HE asked worridly, looking over the scrapes.

 

[BirdNut]

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No you don't.

Jk...

Evander sought Sienna in the Clover field, a thoughtful, almost worried countenance with a light furrow etched on his forehead.

Sienna smiled. "What's up?" She asked, nuzzling him.

Startled by her sudden presence, he jumped slightly, but quickly pulled himself together and half-smiled. "Nothing much, how about you? And baby?"

 

[DuckyGurl]

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Sienna smiled. "What's up?" She asked, nuzzling him.

Startled by her sudden presence, he jumped slightly, but quickly pulled himself together and half-smiled. "Nothing much, how about you? And baby?"

"Good, kicking a lot." She said, smiling.

 

[chickendiva25]

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"Um....I scraped it on some thorns." She said. It hurt less today, but it still hurt.

"Do the wounds hurt?" He asked worridly, looking over the scrapes.