The First Night ((horse RP NEEDS NEW PPL!!!))

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(( You can stop the sarcasm, though it is funny. And hunter, you spelled 'and' as 'amd'. And stop the text speak! BTW annie wont come to the movies because she is NH vacationing. She even told you that.))

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Rain lifted her head and swallowed her mouthfull of grass. She glanced over at Whisper and his herd and wondered if she should join. She calmly trotted over to him and smield sweetly. "Um, Whisper? Are there any places left in your herd?" the mare asked softly, she could feel her self stutter as she spoke. She gazed into Whispers eyes and waited patiently for an answer.

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(( Oh hang on, typing up a rreplie in another internet page. Let me add that in...))

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((Ok, i can wait ))

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(( And just so you know you don't have to make it as long. I currently have it at 35 lines only because I have a little (well not so little anymore) competition going with hunter-jumper to see who can type the most. And I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooo going to be the winner in the end!))

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((Lol XD Goodluck with the competition!))

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((Thanks, I'm gettign close to 40 lines which is my goal for now.))

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Whisper emerged from within the dark forest, his painted coat dampened with sweat. His long strides slowed as he reached the edge of the tree lines shadows, and his watchful orbs looked out across his lands to see what, if anything, had happened while he was gone. All seemed fine to him. Gently he shook out his fur, sending small beads of sweat and dirt flying. With a heavy sigh the stud moved forth his long pillars and waltzed out into the hot sunshine. Now that Dream's heavily heated scent was gone from his thoughts and from the meadow, Whisper's nares piced up on other, more sudle scents. The heated scent of Goddess, comanding as it was, was more faint and from within the forest's shadowy depths, mixed with it was that of a stallion. She's found herself someone to play with. He thought ambily with a roll of his eyes. Turning to the right he came to a stop and stood tall to watch over his lands and the mares in them. Another mare's scent of fertility came to his maw in the steady breeze, Rus. Though she was not his mare, her scent still put Whisper back in an instinctual state of mind. He turned his attension to her, his eyes sweeping over her beautiful bodice. As he continued to stare at the mares beautiful physic, he stomped down his left rear pillar and shook his head. Whisper knew he shouldn't be thinking thoughts such as he was with a mare that was not his, and so he desided that he wanted her. Turning his cranium to look at something other than Rus, he spoted a little mare coming towards him. Her sweet smile and soft words caught him. He had seen her before and knew her name was Rain, and she obviusly knew him. "Always."He answered her calmly. "Rain you are welcome to join." He spoke in his soft musical lyrics to her as he looked her over. But before he even made a move in her direction the wind picked up once more from the south and carried to him Willow's lovely scent. Willow! He thought in rememberance. When she was near him he could tell by the way she moved and how she interacted with him that she had thoughts on her mind, and he could only guess those thoughts were of a foal. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go get my other heard mare, Willow. Dream is just in the tree's over there." Sighing he turned his pround dome back towards the woods to see if Dream was at the tree line. Seeing that she wasn't, Whisper moved himself round and troted up to the trees. Wishing to hurry, he simply called out to her. "Dream, watch the lands and our new mare for me. I need to go get Willow. Just stay and watch over them for me please." Without even waiting for a response, Whisper had turned south and broke into a lenghty canter. He wasn't going to tire himself in getting to her, but he didn't want Dream to follow for he knew how jealous she got. He knew she would be safe just standing and watching over the lands while he went out to deal with his other mare. Willow's scent was faint, but as the wind swept against his face, her scent tickled his nose with it's sweetness. This drove a new lust into his bones. The rearing stud now had an utmost disire to be with her at this moment and to claim her as his own. This spark set fire to his blood and he spead up into a full gallop, not careing if Dream was watching him now. She had bred with him and was now expecting a foal, what more could she want. The spallatered stallion shot through the fields to his mare, the strong musculs of his body rippling with power. Willow's scent was getting stronger and soon she was in his sights. Whisper called out lovingly to the gorgeus mare, dark thoughts running freely through his mind. Tossing his head Whisper slowed down to a walk through the field of flowers. His deep whickering lyrics sprung out to her, hinting of his intensions. He drew up to a halt at her side, running his muzzle down her silky soft neck, inhailling her beautiul scent. As his maw neared her rump, he picked up her heated scent and nickered lovingly once more to her. Gingerly he bit at her black coat and then raised his proud dome to the heavens and flipped his lip, inhailing sharply. Lowering his head once ore he turned around and put his head next to hers. Gently he flicked his black whipcords around his dark legs, aware that he was hitting her. Softly, he placed his muzzle against hers and inhailed deeply, in a way used by stallions to asses a mare. With a sharp squeal, Whisper's head shot up and he stomped his right front poll in a studish display. Before lowering his maw down once more, Whisper tossed his head from side to side, his eyes really just sweeping around them for danger. With his maw up against hers once more, Whisper paused for a second, realling in the moment. Then playfully he nipped at her gently with his pearls. He wanted nothing bu to love the mare right now, in this moment of peace.

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(( Oh what now!! I just got 41 lines!!!! Woot!!!))

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(( Correction, 42 after fixing grammer errors.))