Annabelle smiles kindly and shakes her head,"I don't drink but thank you for the offer though." She began to ponder what the game Truth or Dare was going to entail. She had over heard some conversations about how erotic it could get.
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"Are there regulations to the game? Or is it an anything goes?" she looks down sheepishly not having had done anything crazy. She had never remembered doing anything that caused trouble or attracted too much attention.
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Having come upon a river at last Sesamoid starts digging into the bank. The water begins to seep up into the dip that she was digging. Continuously digging for the rest of the day tired her out but she was on a mission. It wasn't till early dawn that she made it back to her den. A path of water fueled by the river reaches all the way through the forest and camp to her den.
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Creaking trees groaning in the wind giving any eery sound to the already creepy night. Annabelle's old tennis shoes break crunchy autumn leaves that are strewn everywhere. She takes her time going to her little brother's grave. A tombstone not set in front of it. The grass dead and brown laid flat to the ground by the consistent wind. Crouching down she sets the stolen lily onto the top of the small mound of dirt that is scarcely covered by dead grass.
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Annabelle sat there quietly, hoping that maybe they will skip over her and she could just enjoy watching them. She kind of had a feeling that the regulations were limitless. With her being a goody two shoes she hadn't done anything to make herself comfortable with dares. Never had actually telling anyone anything other than the bare minimum of what was asked she felt more at peace with doing truth. Maybe she will adventure out of her comfort zone even more tonight.
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A deep voice behind her shakes her out of her mournful thoughts. She jerks away from out under his bony hand. She takes one look at him and freezes in place. It has to be a nightmare, something that her mind conjured up to haunt her. Maybe she passed out in some alley way and didn't realize it. Her heart pounding so hard that it became hard for her to breath. She could feel the little warmth that she had leave her body.
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Tired beyond belief Sesamoid curled up in her den, muddy paws and all. Eyes closing, nightmares hiding behind her lids. She falls into a fit full sleep that doesn't promise any rest.
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Still frozen with fear she stays there almost statue like except for her chest rising with every fastened breath. Reality hits her like a splash of icy water and she begins to step back even more till her back hits the trunk of a tree. A quiet whimper escapes her lips, skin paling, eyes widening to show even more fear. The whole scene and looks of Annabelle screams horror.
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The Obscure Herd
A new stallion has taken charge of the herd. After a long skirmish between the two mighty stallions the old stallion backs down to save his life.
A bowl of a valley is the main home of the herd. The end of the valley reveals a huge loud waterfall pounding thousands of water into a pond that flows into a river. Behind the waterfall is a cave that leads to a hidden valley. At the other end of the vast valley is a chasm that many horses have lost their lives to. Either disappearing with horse wranglers or falling off into the abyss.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Breed:
Description
Gender:
History:
Other:
Sabirah
3 years old
Paint mustang
Mare
She has always been in the herd since birth. Her sire having been the previous stallion. Her mother having been taken by a rogue stallion two years ago.
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Appaloosa (Was born without spots)
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Mare
Has been in the herd all her life, hoping to find a stallion for her
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Yay! Now to come up with a few horses to roleplay! :)
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She blinks and holds herself back from running to help him up. He wasn't like anything she had seen before and she had experienced quite a bit. Her hammering heart started to slow a tad bit but not enough to stop her from shaking. She reaches back and touches the tree trunk that her back is pressed against. Ever so slowly she starts stepping away.
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Why of course :)
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Annabelle overhears Ivy while inside the tack and feed room. She calls out,"Fresian, one of the most finely bred draft horses. He's a good boy...here let me give you some carrots to feed him..." She walks out of the tack/feed room to see the princess. Immediately she courtesies,"Your highness..."
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Stumbling with shaking legs Annabelle makes her way around to the other side of the tree. Once the Halloween like sight of him disappeared from her view she started to focus. Placing her hand on her chest she waits for her hammering heart to slow. Assessing the situation that she's in, she plans out an escape route.
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Sesamoid whimpers and fidgets causing her nest to muddy and scattered.
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All roles open! :)
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Annabelle smiles slightly amused that Chase didn't get what he wanted. She crosses her legs and arms. Her hand hiding behind her other arm as she continues to pick at her thumb.
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Annabelle's eyes widen when Brie calls out her name. 'So much for not having my name called...' she thought and picked at her thumb more vigorously. She bites her lower lip and contemplates choosing dare since it was only Brie that was asking her. 'She wouldn't choose something too embarrassing, would she?' She looks over to Brie with determination in her eyes,"Dare."
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Hmm...plot...plot...plot...
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Same here. Ummm. What do you prefer to rp?