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			<title><![CDATA[All things are possible; Ilka, Augusta]]></title>
			<link>https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=10130</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2016 19:55:41 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://beqanna.com/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=18">Shahrizai</a>]]></dc:creator>
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<br />
Ilka, Heartfire, Illum. All gone.<br />
<br />
He had found her, thank the gods. His sweet Ilka. He didn't know what he would have done had he lost her. His heart had nearly shattered in his chest when he realized the danger he had inadvertently left her in, when he couldn't find her at first.<br />
<br />
But she is here. Their children are safe. And she had brought their third child safely into the world. He had not left her side, could not bear the thought that he may have so foolishly put her in additional danger <br />
<br />
But she is safe. They had come to the Rapids, seeking sanctuary. He had claimed it as his own. With luck, he would find the others. Would bring them here, to safety.<br />
<br />
But for now, it is just his small family. He finds Ilka easily enough, and Augusta. Their daughter is growing so fast. A smile tugs at his lips as he wraps the black and white mare in a warm embrace.<br />
<br />
<b>”Ilka.”</b> He breathes her name, happiness softening the sorrow on his features at the terrible events plaguing their past.</p><p id="Shah5_name">shahrizai</p><p id="Shah5_quote">hestoni x scorch</p></div></div></center><br />
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@[jenger]<br />
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<br />
Ilka, Heartfire, Illum. All gone.<br />
<br />
He had found her, thank the gods. His sweet Ilka. He didn't know what he would have done had he lost her. His heart had nearly shattered in his chest when he realized the danger he had inadvertently left her in, when he couldn't find her at first.<br />
<br />
But she is here. Their children are safe. And she had brought their third child safely into the world. He had not left her side, could not bear the thought that he may have so foolishly put her in additional danger <br />
<br />
But she is safe. They had come to the Rapids, seeking sanctuary. He had claimed it as his own. With luck, he would find the others. Would bring them here, to safety.<br />
<br />
But for now, it is just his small family. He finds Ilka easily enough, and Augusta. Their daughter is growing so fast. A smile tugs at his lips as he wraps the black and white mare in a warm embrace.<br />
<br />
<b>”Ilka.”</b> He breathes her name, happiness softening the sorrow on his features at the terrible events plaguing their past.</p><p id="Shah5_name">shahrizai</p><p id="Shah5_quote">hestoni x scorch</p></div></div></center><br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Claiming]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2016 00:28:18 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[Coming home MORIGAN]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2016 13:50:27 +0000</pubDate>
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<br />
So, here they were. He had described a couple different places to her, and then they had decided that Misty Rapids was good. It worried him a little bit if there ever was foals with the Rapids and the bridges but he was willing to add a bit of danger and spice to their young lives. <br />
<br />
Anyways, here they were, finally amongst their new home. Tiernan had led Morigan here, happy to finally have his own little place again. He sighs when he sees things that are familiar from his quick explore not too long ago. He turns to Morigan and smiles a wide smile. "We're here lass!" The excitement in his voice obvious even as he turns back to their land, his pace picking up slightly. No doubt later he would take a patrol and make sure all was well (probably when she was asleep), but for now he was content to explore a little with her if she so wished. "What do ya think?" His brogue slipping out a touch louder as they moved closer to the rapids.<br />
<br />
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<br />
So, here they were. He had described a couple different places to her, and then they had decided that Misty Rapids was good. It worried him a little bit if there ever was foals with the Rapids and the bridges but he was willing to add a bit of danger and spice to their young lives. <br />
<br />
Anyways, here they were, finally amongst their new home. Tiernan had led Morigan here, happy to finally have his own little place again. He sighs when he sees things that are familiar from his quick explore not too long ago. He turns to Morigan and smiles a wide smile. "We're here lass!" The excitement in his voice obvious even as he turns back to their land, his pace picking up slightly. No doubt later he would take a patrol and make sure all was well (probably when she was asleep), but for now he was content to explore a little with her if she so wished. "What do ya think?" His brogue slipping out a touch louder as they moved closer to the rapids.<br />
<br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Felinae & Miku]]></title>
			<link>https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=3999</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2015 18:52:32 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[Since Zeik forfeited the challenge you ladies get to call Mourning Mountains home now. See you soon.]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Home is Where the Heart Is- Miku]]></title>
			<link>https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=3840</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2015 05:57:20 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">The air around her had started to grow warmer as they walked to his home. The land grew misty upon entering the rapids. She stopped and her eyes widened slightly with excitement seeing the rapids. She loved the water, her age showed in her face as she grinned moving quickly towards the water. The rushing water and even temperature in the area was perfect. She looked back at Zeik smiling wide. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"This is wonderful!"</span>The little mare exclaimed. Her eyes were bright with joy as she lowered her muzzle touching the water carefully placing her hooves on the moss so not to slip. She was terribly clumsy sometimes, she hoped this was not one of them.   <br />
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Lifting her head she turned looking at the blue roan behind her. She moved back towards him prancing slightly in her movement. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"This is a lovely place Zeik. I love the rapids and the temperature here is very fair. Not to cold at all" </span>She chuckled a little and began walking around the rest of land, her eyes scanning left to right quickly. She stopped and felt embarrassed a moment at how she was acting. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">So childish.</span> She thought. She turned around to face him once again. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"I'm sorry I'm getting carried away."</span> She looked at the ground feeling a little guilty. He was so kind to invite her here and she was not being polite. </div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">The air around her had started to grow warmer as they walked to his home. The land grew misty upon entering the rapids. She stopped and her eyes widened slightly with excitement seeing the rapids. She loved the water, her age showed in her face as she grinned moving quickly towards the water. The rushing water and even temperature in the area was perfect. She looked back at Zeik smiling wide. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"This is wonderful!"</span>The little mare exclaimed. Her eyes were bright with joy as she lowered her muzzle touching the water carefully placing her hooves on the moss so not to slip. She was terribly clumsy sometimes, she hoped this was not one of them.   <br />
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Lifting her head she turned looking at the blue roan behind her. She moved back towards him prancing slightly in her movement. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"This is a lovely place Zeik. I love the rapids and the temperature here is very fair. Not to cold at all" </span>She chuckled a little and began walking around the rest of land, her eyes scanning left to right quickly. She stopped and felt embarrassed a moment at how she was acting. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">So childish.</span> She thought. She turned around to face him once again. <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"I'm sorry I'm getting carried away."</span> She looked at the ground feeling a little guilty. He was so kind to invite her here and she was not being polite. </div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Can you come back home - Zeik]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2015 09:19:29 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://beqanna.com/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=720">Felinae</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Calligraffitti|Yanone+Kaffeesatz:300,200|Cabin' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background-color:#5A6B73; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/1XWpUZd.gif');background-size:contain;background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;width:480px;padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:25px; border:1px solid #5A6B73;position:relative;border-radius: 100px 100px 100px 100px"><div style="position:relative;padding:0px;width:340px;border-radius:0px;text-align:justify;font-size:13px;line-height:14px;color:#4a4543;padding-bottom:15px"><div style="text-align:center; color:#C59474; font-family:'Calligraffitti', cursive; font-size:36px; position:relative; bottom:14px;"><BR><BR>felinae</div><div style="text-align:center;color:#CCCEC1;font-family:'Yanone Kaffeesatz', sans-serif; font-weight:200; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:11px; position:relative; bottom:10px; ">I'm so excited, delighted. I won't deny it or fight it.</div><br><div style="width:340px;background-color:5A6B73;padding: 0px 0px 0px;border-radius: 100px;color:#CCCEC1; font-family:'cabin', sans-serif;font-size:12px; line-height:11px;"><span style="color: #C59474;" class="mycode_color">”Hey!”</span> she calls out as he shifts before her.  Her facial expression turns to a sulking one, she would’ve pouted as she could. Her head had been resting against Zeik’s body and on top of that he hadn’t given her any time to reply. Yet a smile adorns her lips as she steps back to shift herself, changing the form of the blue horse for a small little bluebird. Oh yes, his words couldn’t have been any more right. Next to the predatory Falcon her form was a little more delicate, if he wanted he could end her life with those big claws of him. Though Felinae felt totally safe as she spreads her wings and joins him in the sky. She calls out to him with a chirping sound, following him as he leads her to their new home.<br />
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They fly across the snow covered lands, lands that are mostly unknown to her and sometimes  slightly familiar. It takes her a little time to realise why she feels like she had seen those places before; it must have been from her once trip to the Deserts. She had once been there to search her father. There is a twinkle in her eyes as she forces her wings to move faster, attempting to come by his side. Her speed would never match his, but she experiences it as a true pleasure to share this feeling with him. Yet it was no longer the feeling of the wind underneath your wings that she thinks is the best, no, instead it is the feeling Zeik is able to give her, the fluttering feeling in her stomach and the rush of blood underneath her skin.<br />
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As she stands beside him she can’t stop her eyes from roaming around, trying to take it all in. The mist is what stands out the most, spreading from the crashing waterfalls. The air is humid and cold, unlike the clear cold she experienced in the meadow. Felinae experiences it as strange, as the air is harder to breath, but she knows it will only take time to get adjusted to it. Whinnying softly she steps forward, her neck curved and stretched as her ears tip forward. Home. Even though the place was still unknown and unfamiliar to her, she instantly felt at home. With a louder whinny she turns a little to the side to look at the blue roan male behind her, a wide smile decorating her lips as she neighs to him. <span style="color: #C59474;" class="mycode_color">”Home.”</span><BR><BR></div></div><div style="position:relative;background-size:contain;background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;width:500px;height:300px; top:0;"></div></div>
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OOC: Yes they are! I love how well they seem to be made for each other <3. I wish I could've given you a better post, but yeah, I just needed to write Feli. Even though I'm somewhat sick..]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<center><link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Calligraffitti|Yanone+Kaffeesatz:300,200|Cabin' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><div style="background-color:#5A6B73; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/1XWpUZd.gif');background-size:contain;background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;width:480px;padding-bottom:10px; padding-top:25px; border:1px solid #5A6B73;position:relative;border-radius: 100px 100px 100px 100px"><div style="position:relative;padding:0px;width:340px;border-radius:0px;text-align:justify;font-size:13px;line-height:14px;color:#4a4543;padding-bottom:15px"><div style="text-align:center; color:#C59474; font-family:'Calligraffitti', cursive; font-size:36px; position:relative; bottom:14px;"><BR><BR>felinae</div><div style="text-align:center;color:#CCCEC1;font-family:'Yanone Kaffeesatz', sans-serif; font-weight:200; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:11px; position:relative; bottom:10px; ">I'm so excited, delighted. I won't deny it or fight it.</div><br><div style="width:340px;background-color:5A6B73;padding: 0px 0px 0px;border-radius: 100px;color:#CCCEC1; font-family:'cabin', sans-serif;font-size:12px; line-height:11px;"><span style="color: #C59474;" class="mycode_color">”Hey!”</span> she calls out as he shifts before her.  Her facial expression turns to a sulking one, she would’ve pouted as she could. Her head had been resting against Zeik’s body and on top of that he hadn’t given her any time to reply. Yet a smile adorns her lips as she steps back to shift herself, changing the form of the blue horse for a small little bluebird. Oh yes, his words couldn’t have been any more right. Next to the predatory Falcon her form was a little more delicate, if he wanted he could end her life with those big claws of him. Though Felinae felt totally safe as she spreads her wings and joins him in the sky. She calls out to him with a chirping sound, following him as he leads her to their new home.<br />
<br />
They fly across the snow covered lands, lands that are mostly unknown to her and sometimes  slightly familiar. It takes her a little time to realise why she feels like she had seen those places before; it must have been from her once trip to the Deserts. She had once been there to search her father. There is a twinkle in her eyes as she forces her wings to move faster, attempting to come by his side. Her speed would never match his, but she experiences it as a true pleasure to share this feeling with him. Yet it was no longer the feeling of the wind underneath your wings that she thinks is the best, no, instead it is the feeling Zeik is able to give her, the fluttering feeling in her stomach and the rush of blood underneath her skin.<br />
<br />
As she stands beside him she can’t stop her eyes from roaming around, trying to take it all in. The mist is what stands out the most, spreading from the crashing waterfalls. The air is humid and cold, unlike the clear cold she experienced in the meadow. Felinae experiences it as strange, as the air is harder to breath, but she knows it will only take time to get adjusted to it. Whinnying softly she steps forward, her neck curved and stretched as her ears tip forward. Home. Even though the place was still unknown and unfamiliar to her, she instantly felt at home. With a louder whinny she turns a little to the side to look at the blue roan male behind her, a wide smile decorating her lips as she neighs to him. <span style="color: #C59474;" class="mycode_color">”Home.”</span><BR><BR></div></div><div style="position:relative;background-size:contain;background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;width:500px;height:300px; top:0;"></div></div>
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OOC: Yes they are! I love how well they seem to be made for each other <3. I wish I could've given you a better post, but yeah, I just needed to write Feli. Even though I'm somewhat sick..]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Claiming]]></title>
			<link>https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=3774</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2015 16:19:16 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://beqanna.com/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=614">Zeik</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Zeik will now inhabit this land with Miku and Felinae.]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Sigh No More; Kreios]]></title>
			<link>https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1659</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2015 22:44:09 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="https://beqanna.com/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=256">Nymeria</a>]]></dc:creator>
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There was to be an adventure. Nymeria couldn’t be more excited to go on an exploration with Kreios. There was no better way to learn the world but with a friend and partner. The ram horned steed had captured her and now he was to lead her. Nymeria with a bright expression nudged Kreios gently. Her nose touched his and she quietly whispered with eyes set on him. <b>”Misty rapids it is.”</b> She pulled away. <b>”Point me in the direction and we shall race!”</b> She could feel her heart begin to pump at a much quicker pace. Adrenaline soon went surging through her body and once Kreios had lent a hand she bolted in the direction of their destination.<br />
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They traveled north and as they ran together the sound of raging water could be heard on the horizon. The noise only caused Nymeria to increase her pace. Heavy snorts could be heard over her pounding hooves, and sweat began to form along the boney edges of her ribs and shoulders.  Soon the air around her turned thick with fog, which led Nymeria to slow her gallop. She eventually stopped when she heard the crunching of wildflowers beneath her hooves. <b>”Wow….”</b> She mumbled with dilated eyes that had grown to the size of saucers. The tinge of mist curled around her mane and settled on her back sending a shiver down her spine. <b>”Ooo…bit chilly”</b> She shuttered. <br />
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@[Kreios] –we shall spam the boards xD<br />
</td></tr><tr><td><tr><td style="text-align:center;"><font color="black" family="times" size="10">nymeria<br> <font color="black" family="times" size="2">mare of orange country <br><br></table></td></tr></table></center>]]></description>
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There was to be an adventure. Nymeria couldn’t be more excited to go on an exploration with Kreios. There was no better way to learn the world but with a friend and partner. The ram horned steed had captured her and now he was to lead her. Nymeria with a bright expression nudged Kreios gently. Her nose touched his and she quietly whispered with eyes set on him. <b>”Misty rapids it is.”</b> She pulled away. <b>”Point me in the direction and we shall race!”</b> She could feel her heart begin to pump at a much quicker pace. Adrenaline soon went surging through her body and once Kreios had lent a hand she bolted in the direction of their destination.<br />
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They traveled north and as they ran together the sound of raging water could be heard on the horizon. The noise only caused Nymeria to increase her pace. Heavy snorts could be heard over her pounding hooves, and sweat began to form along the boney edges of her ribs and shoulders.  Soon the air around her turned thick with fog, which led Nymeria to slow her gallop. She eventually stopped when she heard the crunching of wildflowers beneath her hooves. <b>”Wow….”</b> She mumbled with dilated eyes that had grown to the size of saucers. The tinge of mist curled around her mane and settled on her back sending a shiver down her spine. <b>”Ooo…bit chilly”</b> She shuttered. <br />
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@[Kreios] –we shall spam the boards xD<br />
</td></tr><tr><td><tr><td style="text-align:center;"><font color="black" family="times" size="10">nymeria<br> <font color="black" family="times" size="2">mare of orange country <br><br></table></td></tr></table></center>]]></content:encoded>
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