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Posted by A r n l e i f on September 25, 2008, 11:54 am All the stars are projectors, yeah
70.17.0.102
Projectin' our lives down to this planet Earth
It's all about moderate climates
You gotta be cold and be hot for sure
It's all about the moderate climates
You wanna be blessed and be cursed for sure
Painted femme trodded upon new terra firma at a slow, yet graceful pace. Though the creature seemed to have no direction she walked with a certain grace; The girl carried herself with an arched neck and tail and a balanced, elegant grace... a grace that her looks didn't seem to show as much. The large framed beast seemed strange to the wilderness, drafts often were not wild. Her skinny stature and thin coat showed the struggles of wild life for a once domesticated horse and her movements seemed strange and collected, yet graceful. Though the poor creature knew not of the humans in her life, for all she knew was her name and waking up this morning. Audits swiveled atop her almost dopely large head, cradling the sound about her keeping track of the wilderness around her, for her dark orbs were clearly clouded by thought and not looking about.
... I woke up this morning... my name is Arnleif... Why can't i think of anything before this morning? I try to remember what was before today and it's all just cloudy... nothing. an empty nothingness. Do I take this as a blessing or a curse?...
The mare snorted and shook her head at the thoughts circling 'round her brain, some flies leaving her nostrils and eyes from the sudden movement. As the equine pauses her dark orbs are now alert, scanning the land before her. Nostrils quivered as the warm breeze blew the scent of a nearby kingdom, her body too quivered with excitement. giant foreleg lifted, she pawed at the earth below letting out a bellowing whinny.
The summer sun shone down reflecting off of her mostly ivory coat, although by this point it was a mixture of the pure white she used to be, with mud clumps and dust patches spattered about her coat. Regardless, the morning sun still seemed to beam off of her. As she waited for an answered, audit's swiveling madly atop her cranium, she leaned her weight forward. Massive Hooves soon began to 'cause a deep hole and a minor dust cloud around her.
A r n l e i f
; 4 year old
; 1/4 Gypsy Vanner X 3/4 Throughbred
; Mare
;Scholar 1
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