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Sage chuckled and shrugged. "It would be fun either way," he chirped. He didn't have to win....he'd try of course, but he was blind so it was a valid excuse. But, he eventually lay back on his back next to the girl with a slight sigh. It was odd to have a wife, but it could be worse. (Sure, if you want to! I'll have to figure out how to add it in lol) |
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(Okay, I will. Is there a particular horse you want me to model it after? If so, please post the link. Also, you go to your Stable page, to the Dropbox menu that says mailbox, about in the middle of the menu is 'Assign Avatar'.) - |
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This is Storm Vengean, I was just playing around because her black tobiano looks kind of cool in neon. - |
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(ok cool, thanks! And yeah, she is cool looking xD) |
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Okay, sounds good. - Quinn let a small sigh escape. Her throat was starting to hurt again... but once it was back to full hurting she could out the herb on again with no damage, so she waiged. She glanced at Sage, snickering. "You sure Hope it'd be fun." She laughed, turning her gaze back to the Sky where's birds flew overhead |
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Sage chuckled slightly and would have rolled his eyes if they had been open. "It would definitely be fun," he chirped. It was good to hear her laugh though...it had been a while, and the sound brought a grin to his face. "How long do I have to keep this stuff on my eyes," he asked. It was a good question....it was kind of annoying, and he didn't know when he should reapply it, or if he even should. It was kind of hard to get it on himself, so he sort of hoped he didn't have to reapply it too often. |
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Quinn smiled. She glanced at Sage, snickering at the yellow hoop clinging to his eyes. "Not much longer. Maybe one more day... and you don't have to reapply it." She answered, thinking of what it would do in a day. Maybe a little less and it would help... she ran a hand through her now tangled and matted black hair, sighing. |
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Sage groaned and wrinkled his nose. "It smells bad," he whined. But at least he didn't have to reapply it....putting it on was a pain. He scowled at her snicker, though it was more playful than anything. 'youre so mean to me," he whined in a joking manner. |
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Hurricane ! Follow Evacuation Routes.
