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05-23-2013, 09:05 PM
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S K E L L S Malign seemed to drip from the sun-quenched canopies above, and it allowed a muted nicker to vibrate from deep within his heaving chest. Unaware of intentions, the phantom of a beast tread onward, ivory hooves thrusting back and forth until his immense figure was before the great mare. With receptors shoved forth, Skells nodded his skull towards the female equine, signaling some sort of distorted attraction. With a simper melting upon his whiskered lips, the beast whipped his tail once more across his shining flank. "As long as no crimson will be shed," he started, carefully watching Africa with silver-twined iris'. "I will join." With another distracted nicker, he caught glance of her rippling muscles. Pretending not to notice, the stallion reached her side. His hooves played a childish melody across the thin grasses beneath, and the dandelions that sprouted beneath his hooves were now happily flattened against the moistened earth, their sallow-hued petals now mangled and stained in dark soil. His mane bounced gently with every stride, and the male stole a few sights of the mare. It seemed she was of high-spirits, and his silver pupils flickered in interest. As they continued onward, a gentle zephyr twined through his feathered wings, and slyly he outstretched them to show off their great lengths. "Dapper you are," he coyly breathed, flicking a lobe towards her. "Must I say." The duo walked. And simply, it was grand.
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