Golden Plains
The haven of dandelions, roses, and daises, there would be no better description of Golden Plains than a touch of gold. It’s as if the fabled King Midas flew down, caressing every flower and leaf. The sun, also a bright gold high in the sky, rains down little drops of more gold, sprinkling it’s magic upon everything within this gemstone of a land.
This land is closed. It is no longer habitable.
the stars don’t even matter
IP: 139.67.206.24
Posted on February 5, 2010 at 12:53:34 PM by T E X A S
cause i just seen my ex girl, standin' with my next girl
and she standing with the girl that i'm fuckin right now
Caught up with the thought that she was not to be touched, he was startled himself at the nudge on the shoulder, though his reaction was nothing more than a quick, sharp bob of his head. Texas had long ago reigned in the possibility of stronger reactions to surprise, and he is soon back to normal, watching with pleasure as she moves away, obviously enjoying herself. He might have stayed still, but responds quickly to her call, cantering towards her. Once caught up, he takes the chance to speak before she rushes off again. “By the way, I’ve invited someone else to live here too, so you’ll have company.” The bay stallion has found that mares like company, especially when in his herd, perhaps because he is prone to wandering off for long periods of time. “Her name is Halestorm.”
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