
Posted by Sterling on January 27, 2009, 5:50 pm, in reply to "Hi guys. Here's a thread of new posts for everyone. Well, I hope almost everyone." there was a loophole in my
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Pink. Looking at himself, Sterling noticed a bit of colour rubbed off from the sunset (considerably passive this evening), but nothing like that of the stallion he saw across the oasis. Having been planted in this spot for the entire day, Sterling was not surprised to finally see someone else join him at the pool of water. The pool of water that had extended it join his hooves, as his element oozes from his coronets. However this… pink… stallion, put something in him uneasy. His water was uneasy, it sloshed around him and made him shift.
“Uhm, ‘lo, there, stranger. You’ve been here a while, right?”
Sterling sniffs the air. The pink stallion had been here before he was stolen, and even then, the smell of the desert seemed to run through his veins, with a mixture of salt. The smell of the salt makes Sterling visible shift. But then there was pine as well, and the smell of the mountains still clung around the last strands of hair of Sterling as well. So this… pink… horse, seemed to be quite the traveller. With a swat of his tail, Sterling offers,
“I’m Sterling, by the way. Who’re you?”
d r e a m i n g.
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