Post by |M. idnight D. ancer| on Sept 24, 2008 20:33:27 GMT -5
Kiss This..
The arabic mare trotted slowly down towards the green meadow. Her auds flicked back and forth on her scull as she moved slowly, in a rthymic two beat gait. She wasn't in any hurry to reach the bottom of the hill, and enter the meadow. Not by far. The black mare was quite content in being alone and out on her own. It was just something she had learned to suck it up, because she had grown up with three brothers, out of one mom, which she was out of as well. Then her second mom, had her two little sisters. Midnight's scull shook slightly at the though of the two little pests, but she continued quietly down the hill. You could barely hear the mare's soft hoof beats as she moved down the steep incline. Her bodice swinging slightly to the side, so she wouldn't trip and fall down the hill, and possibly break her neck.
Midnight Dancer was a flashy looking equine. Though she had no white markings on her body, she was still quite elegant. Her head was always raised in a proud fassion as she moved, a top her arched, long neck. Her bodice was long, but not abnormal for that of an arabic horse. Her legs where long and slender, but could propell her through any thing she wanted. They could take her nice and slow, for fast as she wanted.. either way they moved her around and she got to where she wanted to do. The mare's mane and tail where both really long, and black.
Stopping in the middle of the meadow, her auds flicked back and both on her scull. The mare tried picking up the sound of any other equine on the land. Hearing nothing the mare snapped her banner slightly against her flanks. The sweet, intoxicating scent of her being in heat flowed through the air as she stood there, tail risen slightly off her slender rump. Her quarter muscels bunched under her bodice and thew it up into the air towards the heavens. Her forelimbs pawwed at the air, her maw parted in a loud greeting to any one in the area. That plus her scent would be enough to draw a stallion to her. The petite mare shivered as she landed, she wasn't looking to get bred.. but sometimes that just happen to go that way.. And it was not fun.
Badonkadonk
The arabic mare trotted slowly down towards the green meadow. Her auds flicked back and forth on her scull as she moved slowly, in a rthymic two beat gait. She wasn't in any hurry to reach the bottom of the hill, and enter the meadow. Not by far. The black mare was quite content in being alone and out on her own. It was just something she had learned to suck it up, because she had grown up with three brothers, out of one mom, which she was out of as well. Then her second mom, had her two little sisters. Midnight's scull shook slightly at the though of the two little pests, but she continued quietly down the hill. You could barely hear the mare's soft hoof beats as she moved down the steep incline. Her bodice swinging slightly to the side, so she wouldn't trip and fall down the hill, and possibly break her neck.
Midnight Dancer was a flashy looking equine. Though she had no white markings on her body, she was still quite elegant. Her head was always raised in a proud fassion as she moved, a top her arched, long neck. Her bodice was long, but not abnormal for that of an arabic horse. Her legs where long and slender, but could propell her through any thing she wanted. They could take her nice and slow, for fast as she wanted.. either way they moved her around and she got to where she wanted to do. The mare's mane and tail where both really long, and black.
Stopping in the middle of the meadow, her auds flicked back and both on her scull. The mare tried picking up the sound of any other equine on the land. Hearing nothing the mare snapped her banner slightly against her flanks. The sweet, intoxicating scent of her being in heat flowed through the air as she stood there, tail risen slightly off her slender rump. Her quarter muscels bunched under her bodice and thew it up into the air towards the heavens. Her forelimbs pawwed at the air, her maw parted in a loud greeting to any one in the area. That plus her scent would be enough to draw a stallion to her. The petite mare shivered as she landed, she wasn't looking to get bred.. but sometimes that just happen to go that way.. And it was not fun.
Badonkadonk