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[Honeychild]

trailer park livin', fist fightin', crooked haloed southern belle

It's summer.
It's muggy.
It's sweaty.
...
IT'S PARTY TIME!

The porcelain woman struts her sweet self right on into the hype of bodies. Long pale tresses flicking behind her like a little banner. The ever-so-sweet smile cross those pretty little lips as dark lashes fall over her big honey eyes. She may be young but she knows that her lithe form is tighter in places a lot of these mares didn't know they even had. Her butt wiggles and jiggles in just the right places and that cute little head toss she does with that girlish giggle made all the colts swoon.

BUT

Our little Honeychild is now in Beqanna (having been a brat and running away from home) so now she managed to find her way right into clutch of the land. The mare-child is young enough to not know a damn thing about the world but old enough to honestly know better when she was caught up in the thick of it.

There seemed to be horses everywhere! A gigantic change to the petty little cluster she had been born into. Bah! This is more like it though. All sorts of horses of all colors and shapes and sizes and smells. It made the girl's head swim as that little smile curls the edges of her darkened lips mischievously. Big ole' eyes drinking it all up and in with a gulp! It doesn't take long before her sight sets on another equine who was standing a bit off from the group and well, Honey is naïve enough to walk right on up to 'em. "Hi there!" She speaks high and bright, energy practically making her vibrate with excitement.

h o n e y c h i l d

first post=poop, but I think she'll be really fun to play

[Clark]

It seemed like only yesterday when he left this land, but oh how things change! What he had intended as a brief exploration voyage had morphed into quite an odyssey. But now, finally, he was back, and having learned the world… it was now time to learn about his own homeland. And where better to begin than in the meadow?
 
He had barely entered and was just allowing the vaguely familiar scent of the Beqanna grass to settle into his nostrils when he spies a young porcelain figure prancing towards his direction. She is quite a beauty, he notes to himself, wondering to where she was headed. As she saunters though, he can’t help but note the elegant curves that ripple with each stride and the gentle flow of her lush mane bouncing about her graceful neck. His eyes drink in her image hungrily, tracing her figure until his gaze meets her own.
 
He does not look away, although he is a bit startled as she stops before him with a cheerful greeting. The tobiano stallion blinks, taken a bit off guard by her sudden introduction, before he manages a grin himself. “Hi yourself!” he responds. “Someone seems happy today!”

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