06-29-2015, 04:46 AM
.:: femmes heaving barrel strained, ripe with life. her audits lazed against diadem as the autumn sun glossed her ebony coat with slick heat. velveteens twitch inhaling the air. femme wonders what has happened. the master has not been for some time. femme had stayed in the confines of the coves in the heat of summer, the heat of autumn. now crisp femme ventures out in search of life. ebony nape arches as audits survey the call. heaving barrel takes energy away from the usual dancing femme and she walks, steady and sure across the threshold of sand until she reaches the iron lady. femme has done lots of thinking, and she feels now, with the budding lives within them, that this world will be a family, a family of strong blood. velvets nip gentle touches along her barrel before swinging diadem up and cerulean pools find Blue. ::.
Blue. You are glowing.
.:: it is true. she glows with life, with the seed of a strong steed within. life blooms within her, as does it with the ebony femme. she wonders though if he has left, somewhere, femme was saddened quite. she looked back with cerulean pools, searching the iron lady. ::.
Have you seen Master Nier around? it's awfully quiet..
.:: femme watches out, pools of azure matching the sky, the ocean as she surveyed one last check before sliding her plume along her flanks in brief irritation. ::.
Do you think it has something to do with the new mare, that painted one? I'm not sure quite.
.:: femme steps closer, ebony appendages arching in unison. her barrel heaves and she sighs. ::.
Have you thought of names? The time is nearing. I do hope he will be back soon, to wherever he has gone...
Blue. You are glowing.
.:: it is true. she glows with life, with the seed of a strong steed within. life blooms within her, as does it with the ebony femme. she wonders though if he has left, somewhere, femme was saddened quite. she looked back with cerulean pools, searching the iron lady. ::.
Have you seen Master Nier around? it's awfully quiet..
.:: femme watches out, pools of azure matching the sky, the ocean as she surveyed one last check before sliding her plume along her flanks in brief irritation. ::.
Do you think it has something to do with the new mare, that painted one? I'm not sure quite.
.:: femme steps closer, ebony appendages arching in unison. her barrel heaves and she sighs. ::.
Have you thought of names? The time is nearing. I do hope he will be back soon, to wherever he has gone...