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 Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 6:19 pm
A chocolate brown mare pranced about in a corral. Her body meerly a shadow on the earth. She was enjoying the night sky and all of it's glory. For her owner, friend actually, would be here to take her out and groom her soon. She pranced around the sand like she knew each and every grain. She bucked up at a small boy looking at her, ears pinned. The boy fled. That would teach him to to look at Shakira! A lot of people knew her as Kira or so forth, odd nicknames that they would give her.
Luxuirous muscles glistened on her pelt as she looked up at the stars. The sand had formed her to be a well muscled creature of speed and stamina. Not a filthy mustang. She lifted her head proudly and shut her wide, blue eyes as her white mane blew up from behind her. The breeze felt nice. She slowly started to hum a soft sound that would keep her occupied. She sighed and tucked her legs under her. Warm sand surrounded her body and she smiled. Maybe one of the other horses and the corall would come join her, but she was just fine being alone, too.[ If nobody joins then I'll RP with myself.... ]
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 2:53 pm
Shakira's sky blue orbs shut for a brief moment as she enjoyed the light breeze again. It made the desert cool and wistful. Her long banner blew flawlessly with the wind, white mingling in with the cool shade of blue that was the sky. Her long, chocolate brown body quivered as she heard other horses squealing in the distance, disturbing her peace. Her crystalline optics opened again and looked at the gate to the corral. It creaked ominously. It wouldn't be too hard to get out of the corral, if she wanted to, that is.
Almost flawlessly, she stood up, shaking warm sand from her long banner and her muscular body. Ribbons of her forelock danced with the breeze, like the fire crackling. She looked around to make sure that her friend wouldn't be coming for a bit and trotted quietly to the gate. She stuck her nose next to the small latched and pushed, sending the gate flying open. She cantered out in perfect strides, aiming herself for the vast desert. She would gallop to the mountains to explore after she had a tad' bit of practice.
Her long body slowed as she turned around to face the mountains. It was about three miles to reach them, good enough for a jog. She was feeling very rusty lately, probably from lack of racing. Kira rubbed her frnt legs with her muzzle to make sure she was ready. She swished her tail once... twice... three times, and.... she was off! Like a speeding bullet Shakira took off at full speed, in no time at all she would reach the mountains. Long legs whipped at blinding paces as she scrambled to the mountains, her moves flawless in every way. Her body moves like that of a phantom, skilled and agile.
From the dsert away from the heat of action, watching the Arabian run was like witnessing the painting of a masterpiece. Every beat of the heart, rippling of long silken mane, and bunching of streamlined muscles beneath a silken coat swirled with timed perfection, flawlessly blending each vibrant color into an animated work of art. It was an experience not many had the opportunity to witness, but was never forgotten by those who had.
As the mountains came into view, she slowed. She wanted to stop by one of the lakes near her. Her body came to a trot as she waded into the water. She moved like living poetry. She lifted her legs high as she marched into the water. In the night the water looked crystal blue, clear enough to see the sand at the bottom. She smiled as she looked at it. Her long mane swirled with the water that was now up to her neck when she bowed her head. She playfully splashed with her long foreleg.
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