08-23-2016, 03:05 PM
"My name is Pot Of Custard,but call me Custard because my sister is called Pot for short."after saying thsi to the stallion she trotted off to the two mares.
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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for Pot of Custard (and all herd!) - by Njenyi - 08-23-2016, 02:09 PM
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