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 Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:32 pm
[quote="Throttle Kitty"][quote="Transboy"][quote="Throttle Kitty"]Sorry but I respect the opinion of a lot of well founded scientist more then I respect the opinion of some random person on the internet.
Now, I said I would like to drop the conversation, if you do not do so, I will leave. =/ And if I leave, I won't return.[/quote]Honestly I don't appreciate threats. But I will drop it because it's obvious you won't budge.[/quote][center][color=#8467D7]
There is a deference between a threat and a warning. I have anger issues, and I'm bi-polar, if I stayed and continues the discussion, one or both of us would end up disliking the other, and I would likely end up kicked out of the thread. Everyone here seems very nice, so I would rather not everyone here have a bad first impression of me. :sweat:
I respect you a bit more for not trying to squeeze in the last word, and then dropping it though.[/color][/center][/quote][color=darkviolet]Who is Remy....?[/color]
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Now I know this should be good and dead but I did some research and asked a few people and discovered, you're both right.
The gene for baldness is much more common to be dominant in females, however, this is a sex-influenced trait that shows in the phenotype of males much more often then females.
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[align=right][color=darkviolet]Any more questions?[/align]
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 5:25 pm
 Oliver's hooves dragged across the ground as he walked, he was filled with a swirling cold and his mind was on a rage. How he hated this place, how boring he found the soquili, the annoying mares that seemed to flaunt to him for God knows what reason. His frown was deeper than usual. His eyes were straight a head, but no one seemed to be in his sight. The awkward curls upon his head blew back slightly, his ear twitching as it past, almost tickling his cheek. He frowned once again, he was cursed from the beginning of his birth.
He eagerly found his way out of the forest, and with his eyes down, heard a rather interesting noise. Something had hit a tree, and it had echoed into his already aggravated ears. With a click of his tongue, he looked up. For a moment his mouth was slightly ajar, he needed to blink, was that possibly Tyler? When he got closer, he noted she was lighter, but they were one in the same. His eye brow raised in its usual questioning manner as he cleared his throat, "My my, what a lovely mare I have laid my eyes upon."
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 5:36 am
Hearing a voice she turned to find a young stallion. Well her version of a young stallion adressing her. So For a moment after he after he had spoken . . .in fact a rather lengthly moment that almost bordered on being uncomfortably long she just looked him over her pale green eyes completely hidden by her long yellow bangs.
Could this be? Hummm maybe . . . The description matches maybe it is well it's worth a shot if I'm wrong no big deal. she thought.
At last a soft chuckle came fourth with a gentle shake of her head
"Now I'm sure your every fillys heart throb in whatever meadow you came from but I'm afraid I have foals your age." she replied turning back to the apple tree to give it another sound thump with her hoof. An apple fell this one bite size she munched it much like the first.
" Perhaps you know one of them . . . Oliver brochan?" she added then grinned in a way he would undoubtedly find familiar.
"that is your name correct?" she inquired coming a bit closer.
He was certainly handsome why was her daughter not with this? She wondered.
As she certainly did not approve of the . . .kelpie water dweller she was with at present.
(( Tyler gives her mother a description and name of everyone who owes her favors incase tyler is so indisposed she cant call in the favor herself when she really needs it.
And
Blake is terrified of water so she hates water breeds inclideinng the green prince whom tyler is kind of seeing. Idk we haven't hammered out breeding details or anything in fact I'm still really on the fence about it but idk it makes for good plot line.
Also the Time line for these roleplays is.
my only freind,
this RP,
Now you show.
So this rp is after tyler finds out he eats meat
but before he's lifemated to tundra. ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:29 pm
Oliver raised a brow at her voice, foals his age? Certainly one could not tell an age by a mere glace, but his face remained unfazed, by nature. An unusual looking mare she was, covered in cloth and her mane being fire orange. A pillow similar to Tyler's sat upon her back, it was the moment she guessed his name that he figured, this was her mother. He clicked his tongue, his light green eyes tracing her over a last time, the resemblance was almost impeccable how droll of him not to see this sooner.
All he did was nod, the stone cold face watched her step closer, but his deep voice echoing from his throat, "Ah, it all makes sense now. Now I know where Tyler gets her beauty." How long had it been since his last encounter with Tyler, weeks, perhaps it had been months. In honesty it hadn't been on his mind. Their last encounter was him admitting his meat eating happiness, their ideas were not well combined.
Oliver could only wounder what her mother had taught her, how similar the two could surely end up being. It mattered little to the hows, wheres, and whats about Tyler, but being so they would more than likely have a conversation or two about her. His eyes were swirling, he hadn't remembered the last time he had eaten and a bunny was sitting in his side view. His voice finding itself once more, "And may I ask of your name, my lady."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 6:53 pm
She returned nothing in words to his compliment but accepted it graciously as she walked a circle around him it was a habit at this point to check everyone she came across for . . .items of interest so to speak.
"Names Blake a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now tell me have you seen a unusual looking flower around these parts bright purple with curled edges on the petals exuding a green kind of residue that smells of pine but tastes of walnuts?" she asked looking about.
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