Post by fisher on Oct 24, 2006 17:19:14 GMT -5
Name
Fisher
Nickname
N/a
Breed
kiger mustang/ saddlebred
Gender
Female
Age
4
Color
buckskin
height
15.3
Type {normal}{Mini}{Draft}
normal
Image Optional
i75.photobucket.com/albums/i288/Riley_0/Fisher.png
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The colors of the sky, how dazilling a perfect they looked. Each phase having it's own equal area. Such perfection. THank god the sky is not on earth or people might take perfection to their heads.
A sigh and a snort was all that I gave and my eyes slowly lowered. You seemed to dislike the boring of my oculi so a retracted my gaze from your face. Yet the glimpse of your smirked raised the corners of my lips and my skin heat.
What is this I'am feeling? I have never had this feeling before. Is it a sickness? A disease? Or am I just feeling my first tinge of lust?
My crown shook and I gave a silent,angry snort. No fisher, do not fall victim to this game. My whip lashed out and came back slapping my legs. Long dark forelock hanging over my eyes, small slits of the morning light coming to lighten my vision. My twin peaks twisted to his words and I watched him momentarily. Something in this stag was mking me melt and his previous words and boiled me.
"The ache was taken when you stepped into my visions, kind sir."
His eyes finaly matched my gaze and I stayed locked. My paper thins widened to the full sixe and then decreased. A twinge of smile appeared pon my black ,muzzle.
"Your eyes tell me all."
I felt his body move to me, and I did not move. The feel of his ivories on my spine sent a sensation of wanting and more. My threads swayed slowly, liftingever so often to give him a slight touch as he moved down my back. I felt him stop and then rest apon my whithers, a sigh escaping bouth are lips.
" I am Fisher."
Fisher
Nickname
N/a
Breed
kiger mustang/ saddlebred
Gender
Female
Age
4
Color
buckskin
height
15.3
Type {normal}{Mini}{Draft}
normal
Image Optional
i75.photobucket.com/albums/i288/Riley_0/Fisher.png
Example Post
The colors of the sky, how dazilling a perfect they looked. Each phase having it's own equal area. Such perfection. THank god the sky is not on earth or people might take perfection to their heads.
A sigh and a snort was all that I gave and my eyes slowly lowered. You seemed to dislike the boring of my oculi so a retracted my gaze from your face. Yet the glimpse of your smirked raised the corners of my lips and my skin heat.
What is this I'am feeling? I have never had this feeling before. Is it a sickness? A disease? Or am I just feeling my first tinge of lust?
My crown shook and I gave a silent,angry snort. No fisher, do not fall victim to this game. My whip lashed out and came back slapping my legs. Long dark forelock hanging over my eyes, small slits of the morning light coming to lighten my vision. My twin peaks twisted to his words and I watched him momentarily. Something in this stag was mking me melt and his previous words and boiled me.
"The ache was taken when you stepped into my visions, kind sir."
His eyes finaly matched my gaze and I stayed locked. My paper thins widened to the full sixe and then decreased. A twinge of smile appeared pon my black ,muzzle.
"Your eyes tell me all."
I felt his body move to me, and I did not move. The feel of his ivories on my spine sent a sensation of wanting and more. My threads swayed slowly, liftingever so often to give him a slight touch as he moved down my back. I felt him stop and then rest apon my whithers, a sigh escaping bouth are lips.
" I am Fisher."
