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Post by Evanescence™ on Jan 28, 2007 12:03:13 GMT -5
Showname: Speedy Gon Dolly
Call Name: Dolly
Breed: Paint
Age: 3
Riding Style: Western pleasure, Barrels, and Cutting
Other: Any type of rider
Price: 500
Gender: Mare
Height:14 hh
Emily lead Dolly into the freshly bedded stall. "This is where Ivory's stall used to be.." she whispered to Dolly. She left to grab her grooming items. When she got the brushes she used swift flicks of the wrist to curry her. While she groomed Dolly, Emily sung a lullaby that Ivory used to like.... |
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Post by zipster00719 on Jan 28, 2007 20:40:19 GMT -5
Dolly listend to the girl sing she was kind of hypnotized by her voice. She looked around the stall and felt a bit strange but the singing calmed her. Dolly loved to be groomed and she thought this place looked like fun. She lowered her head and sniffed the ground. Then turned her head and looked back at the girl. Dolly was suspicious of somthing but she had no idea what it was so she just stood still and enjoyed her brushing.
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Post by Evanescence™ on Jan 29, 2007 16:39:03 GMT -5
Emily seemed to be lost in a zone... It happened like a flash. She dropped the brush and started sobbing in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking un-controlably and she got more and more pale by the second. Emily knew the mare was suspicious of her, but deep down she deserved to be alive. The colour in her face and clothes were starting to become old again. 'Emily control yourself!' she thought. Her sobbing stopped and she wiped the tears away. Slowly but surly her colour came back. She sat on the hay bale thinking.
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Post by zipster00719 on Jan 29, 2007 16:54:51 GMT -5
Dolly looked at the girl as she started cryin and seeing somthing change she took a step back then she came back to normal and Dolly stood there dazed. What had just happend? When the girl sat down on the hay bale Dolly stared at her then she started to feel bad for her. She knew somthing was wrong but she didn't know what it was. She walked over to the girl and lowered her head to her level trying to comfort her.
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Post by Evanescence™ on Jan 29, 2007 17:03:33 GMT -5
Emily smiled at Dolly. "Thats why I picked you, you are sweet and caring just like Ivory." She rubbed Dollys nose with her hand, she sensed Dolly's suspition about her. Emily looked Dolly in the eye, trying to read her thoughts. She picked up the dropped brush and began to Curry her again slowly but wondered what the hell Dolly thought about her.
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Post by zipster00719 on Jan 29, 2007 17:09:21 GMT -5
Dolly really didn't know what to think about the girl so her suspision went away but she still wondered. She had never met a human like Emily before she was just different from all the rest. She didn't know how but she just was. Dolly stretched out her neck when the girl started brushing her it felt good to the mare. Dolly's blue eyes shined as the girl looked into them and she just nickered to the girl.
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