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Post by nightlyclockworkmoon on Aug 9, 2015 19:06:37 GMT -6
A desert where the sun and moon meet every eclipse and every night or morning sat there.... The beautiful ponies who lived or traveled there always searched for love... And the ones to find love were those belonging to the Midnight Rose... Meaning... Bound together by true love.
Que the character of yours!!!)))
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Post by Narwhalia on Aug 9, 2015 19:08:27 GMT -6
behind this rather loving town was also a large history of crime one of the biggest criminal leaders announced out of jail
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Post by nightlyclockworkmoon on Aug 9, 2015 19:15:39 GMT -6
One shy girl wandered the streets.... Said to be mute but was actually to scared to speak, purple hair and eyes, beautiful as her Pegasus wings fluffed and her glowing monochrome white body, she glowed in the moonlight as her part of town was cloaked in midnight.
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Post by Narwhalia on Aug 9, 2015 19:17:58 GMT -6
over on the sunrise a loud rumbling could be heard down the road. the small town was very boring if somepony wasn't working with the criminals or spending time with those they love
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Post by nightlyclockworkmoon on Aug 9, 2015 19:19:44 GMT -6
She heard and timidly investigated, she was tiny but for her frail, tiny body she had beautiful looks she cloaked with a black hoodie and shorts.
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Post by Narwhalia on Aug 9, 2015 19:21:40 GMT -6
she saw a mare's figure riding a sportbike her way
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Post by nightlyclockworkmoon on Aug 9, 2015 19:23:23 GMT -6
She squeaked, running for her life, she was very fast.
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Post by Narwhalia on Aug 9, 2015 19:24:49 GMT -6
the mare soon skidded to a stop in front of her staring down at her from her bike
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Post by nightlyclockworkmoon on Aug 9, 2015 19:26:39 GMT -6
The pegasi shuddered, whimpering.
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Post by Narwhalia on Aug 9, 2015 19:29:20 GMT -6
"is this Desert Rose?" the mare asked lifting her sunglasses to her forehead
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Post by nightlyclockworkmoon on Aug 9, 2015 19:29:47 GMT -6
The little one nodded.
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Post by Narwhalia on Aug 9, 2015 19:32:53 GMT -6
she sighed "damn this place is a mess" she said parking her bike
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Post by nightlyclockworkmoon on Aug 9, 2015 19:34:17 GMT -6
She looked up at the mare, tilting her head.
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Post by Narwhalia on Aug 9, 2015 19:35:35 GMT -6
"the ponies here are living a damn fairytale" she said
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Post by nightlyclockworkmoon on Aug 9, 2015 19:36:55 GMT -6
She tilted her head again.
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