~Skyherd~ A wild horse Roleplay

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

Here is Foxheart

 

[DuckyGurl]

Ariel cried, her tears flowing into the stream.

 

[Blue_Myst]

(All right, I'm not sure what's going on with the fire, and DL179 is leaving, so, um, I'll start somewhere)

The sun was dying.

Long tendrils of pastel colors danced across the open fields, illuminating the sky in a final finale before twilight. Yet not even the cheerful warmth of the sun could lift Gemma's spirits as she trudged, alone, in the forest, not caring where her feet lead her. Once or twice she stumbled, careless about where she placed her hooves. Yet it didn't matter.

Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

A small tear collected in the corner of one of her sightless eyes, and she bowed her head as darkness began to settle upon her form.

 

[DuckLover2399]

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"Hello" a large white stallion said coming up beside her.

She jumped slightl at the sound but settledd down quickly when she relized it was another horse. "Hello" she said sweetly

 

[DuckyGurl]

Chance cuddled up beside Gemma.

 

[Blue_Myst]

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Oh, he's a looker!

Then again, I'm biased. I adore paints.

 

[Blue_Myst]

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At Chance's touch, Gemma turned her head, surprised that he was there, but thankful all the same. "I'm sorry," she whispered, wiping her tears on her foreleg. An ironic smile played across her muzzle. "I thought I would be excited to finally, well, have a new life. But yet--" she shook her head, frowning.

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

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Oh, he's a looker!

Then again, I'm biased. I adore paints.

She. SO DO I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[DuckyGurl]

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At Chance's touch, Gemma turned her head, surprised that he was there, but thankful all the same. "I'm sorry," she whispered, wiping her tears on her foreleg. An ironic smile played across her muzzle. "I thought I would be excited to finally, well, have a new life. But yet--" she shook her head, frowning.

"But, now you can play all you want. You have a new chance at life."

 

[DuckLover2399]

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Oh, he's a looker!

Then again, I'm biased. I adore paints.

Mines prettier seeeeeee (just kidding i like yours heres mine again)