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06-25-2012, 01:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2012, 01:37 AM by Cassiopeia.)
With unsurpassed grace the roan dame assumed position by the side of her beloved, smiling as the Resolute one honored him for his contribution to the acquisition of their newly conquered herd land. The victory had come swift and with ease. She approached him with meaning in her step, the steady sway of her lean anatomy composing an almost seamless ensemble as she edged ever closer. The plush texture of her muzzle pressed with temperance upon his nape: a salutation tenanted with traces of affection and praise. She was late. She knew this, and therefore tried not to draw too much attention to herself, uttering demurely toward the one she regarded so highly a simple, but meaningful: "Congratulations." Behind her pranced a cheeky little filly, seemingly oblivious to the environ encompassing her. She followed her mother half-heartedly, too enthralled by the ravishing semblances of color upon the wings of a fluttering butterfly. As it drifted just out of her reach, her fickle attention was reigned in by the presence of her father, excitedly strutting toward him on legs much too large to coincide with the rest of her bodily proportions. [ ooc ; Meant to post here a long time ago. Hope it's okay, since we're trying to wrap this up. ] |
