|Tuesday, October 26th, 2004|
Guess what? At least half of next spring's foals should be mine. I bet you won't be able to tell which.
*chases own tail until falls over, hooves windmilling in the air*
Whee, Arda's spinning!!! Current Mood: sexy and virile
|Tuesday, February 17th, 2004|
|O.O ! ! !
helter-skelter regardless of walls and other such minor inconveniences (to the living)* THEEEEOOOODEEEEENNNNN!!! Current Mood: scared
|Wednesday, February 4th, 2004|
*lips Theoden's hair, snorts noisily in said ex-owner's rather pronounced cleavage*
There's something different about you. Don't tell me, I'll figure it out...
In the meantime, feed me you bastard. Current Mood: bored
|Wednesday, December 17th, 2003|
I DIED??!?!!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!? Current Mood: dead, apparently
|Monday, June 30th, 2003|
|bored bored bored bored bored bored
bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored I can't find any mares. :( Maybe I should get a human form. With thumbs. Everyone ELSE has one--
*dashes off* Current Mood: bored
|Thursday, April 10th, 2003|
quest*skids to a halt at the seaside*
Um...I just forgot why I'm here. Hmm.*has a good roll in the sand then starts grazing saltgrass*
I'm sure I'll remember eventually. Oooh, seaweed! Rubbery Current Mood: dumb as a bag
|Wednesday, March 26th, 2003|
*tosses head up*
*chuffs, tasting the breeze*
*bolts for the White City*
*suddenly remembers that he's already dead*
*skids to a halt*
*trots warily back, sidling and snorting threateningly* Current Mood: bitchy
|Monday, January 27th, 2003|
|Thursday, January 23rd, 2003|
Hang on, hang on, hang on a mo'. Something smells familiar here
.*sniffs your ridiculous hair then snuffles energetically all the way down to pause, snorting, over your stomach*
Heeeeeey! Whoa! That's mine
! I don't remember fucking YOU! Current Mood: dis-GUS-ted
|Wednesday, December 18th, 2002|
I was in the moooovie. I was in the moooovie. I was in the moooovie. I was in the moooovie. I was in the moooovie. I was in the moooovie. I was in the moooovie.
At least, I'm pretty sure that was me.
What was I saying, again? Ooo! Grass! Current Mood: happy
|Tuesday, December 3rd, 2002|
|hahahaha bet you forgot about me huh? *bounces*
Ow. Ow. Ow. I think Cuine wants to go home now. Are mares ALWAYS this stroppy when they're pregnant...?
Not that I'm saying she's PREGNANT or anything, but after all that effort she'd better be. Current Mood: accomplished
|Sunday, November 24th, 2002|
|Friday, November 22nd, 2002|
I am NOT the stupidest horse in Arda! Who said that?! Put 'em up! Put 'em uuuuup!
What was I saying, again?
Eh. Couldn't have been important.
Ooo, girls!*prances off to cover as many of Felarof's mares as possible*
|Sunday, October 13th, 2002|
|Thursday, August 8th, 2002|
|For Rent: One Horse
So I'm on indefinite leave right now due to my boss
being depressingly boring, and I keep hearing Nazgul complaining about their sub-standard horses. Well no DUH. I mean, you stole the black ones! Hello? Can you say "defective" and "not covered by warranty"?
So I got to thinking hey, I'm much better than those
nags. But then I thought hey, I can't fly. But then
I thought hey, I'm not even alive
, so who says I can't fly? So I tried it. I've been tossing myself off of Caradhras all morning, and I think I finally have the hang of it.
Now, it's not like I want to be a full time Nazgul steed. I mean, look what it did to HIM
. But I'm figuring hey, your crappy black defectohorse is in the shop, you need a rental -- I'm available! I'm the wrong color, maybe, but you guys need to update your image anyway. Black robes and sadomasochistic tack is so Third Age. *banners out his tail and prances on air* Look! Shiny! I'm so pretty I can't pass a mirror without ooo--
Uh, sorry, mirror. Anyway. Um. I work for sugar! And I promise to only go insubstantial and bolt if you try to put nails through my hooves or something. Yuck. What's up with THAT?! Current Mood: pretty
|Tuesday, July 30th, 2002|
|*SCREAMS AND SCREAMS AND SCREAMS AND
SCREAMS AND SCREAMS AND then suddenly remembers that he's already dead so uh, okay.*
*prances about on nothingness, ears pinned back flat and nostrils flared red* I did not like that at all. Not one bit. Hmm. What's that? *reaches out and snaps up the nearest drifting newly-dead spirit in his teeth* Hey, it's a person...sorta! You. Want a ride to Mandos? Current Mood: helpful
|Tuesday, July 23rd, 2002|
It occurs to me that there are no Middle-Earth mares on LiveJournal. In fact, I don't think there are any mares specifically mentioned in the books either. I think this could explain the rising psychological instability in our online equine population.
Hey! Look! I used big words! WHHHHEEEEEEEEEE!!!
*bounds off bucking in search of his master
* Current Mood: bouncy
|Thursday, July 11th, 2002|
|Monday, June 24th, 2002|
I've decided that, seeing as I'm a ghost, I can manifest as any bloody form I want. And, seeing as there's no ghost mares around to impress, I find this one amusing. So! *bouncebouncebounce* I'm gonna go see if that Denethor kid wants to play! *bounds off* Current Mood: happy
|Thursday, June 13th, 2002|
*bucks madly in place then gallops off to pester somebody
* Current Mood: hyper