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06-19-2013, 12:37 AM
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S K E L L S The great male strode onward, focusing his silver optics on his company's cordial complexion. They trotted south-bound, and mildly so, seldom stopping for observations of the nature that twitted around them. Upon meeting the female, who was soon deemed 'Africa', the great ebony pegasus had mustered up his shy jovial attitude, and now wore it like a crown. Somewhat giddy, Skells perceived the snowy mare's lush tassle. The fine hairs bobbed merrily as she stepped, brushing against her flanks. After a few moment's silence, the dark stallion unhinged his whiskered maw to speak. "I am Skells," he comtemplated carefully, as if such basic introductions were to reveal his entire realm of secrets, and he swiveled his ears back on his head, pretending to concentrate on an insignificant noise in the ambits. There was some sort of admirable shyness in him, whether it be secretism or the concept of fear, but he seemed unlike himself now. He seldom was bashful. "What a lovely scene," he spoke, a nicker evading his quivering chest. And with that, he quickened his pace only to find himself to the side of the mare. "I am from lands great measurements from here," he revealed, his silver orbs focused on nothing in particular in the distance. He could almost feel the heat that the mare's thick hide produced, and he couldn't stop his ear from twitching anxiously to her presence. His white forehead sparkled gently under the glow of the great sallow cosmo, just as his ivory socks did. Thrusting his great forelegs as he walked onward to a place unfathomably, he continued. Africa would lead the way. He'd soon find himself... somewhere.
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