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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    well, well, well; OPEN TO ANYONE/ANYTIME (fun, quick posts, just jump in!)
    #4

    This is Major Tom to Ground Control. I'm stepping through the door and I'm floating in a most peculiar way. And the stars look very different today. For here am I sitting in a tin can. Far above the world, Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do.

    Life would have been rather painful if Bowie had been shy and withdrawn but thankfully for him, yours truly puppets this son of a gun and Bowie can't be anything less than over the top! The pip of a voice catches the gaudy stallion's attention as he is walking along. Her voice is low and shy but brimming with emotions. Blue and brown eyes rotate to meet eh  pretty mare's face with a large warm smile.  She is a fetching sienna dashed with cinnamon but the curiousity and life swirling in the darkness of her eyes is more intriguing than any looks.

    Bowie flexes his jowls to begin his little tune of introduction when another woman nears the pair with an equally kind interruption that just simply has Bowie dancing in his place. The sparkling wings flutter a bit as he attempts to tame the vibrations that moved him. Bowie had been longing for some conversation and he was feeling quite exalted right now to have such lovely mares for company. "Well, well, what a pleasure indeed." His voice rumbles rhythmically in it's normal sing-song fashion as his attention bounces between the two fair women. "Lovely to meet you Spice and Anjou, the pleasure is all mine." The tones purr from between his velvet lips as he gives a dip of his skull. "Please call me Bowie." His introduction is short and sweet as he looks between the pair with an easy smile gliding across his features as he is visibly relaxed with a cocked hind foot. "How lovely to have found such lovely creatures among the dead wood. I was afraid I was perhaps the only one left in Beqanna." Shoulders jostle as he chuckled gently with lobes flickering towards the women. "Where are you from Spice? Anjo?" The male asks both equally the same question.

    Bowie.




    Hey guys! Feel free to reply to one another without me if I'm taking too long! This thread isn't meant to have any real order, just quick and fun replies! I just need some activity in my life lol and so does Bowie! Also anyone else that is reading is welcome to jump in <3
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    RE: well, well, well; jenger poneh/any (fun, quick posts!) - by Bowie - 11-05-2016, 11:40 AM



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