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Post by braveheart on Feb 5, 2007 13:35:46 GMT -5
He came in and whickered his claimence
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Post by S p i r i t on Feb 5, 2007 13:41:41 GMT -5
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Post by braveheart on Feb 10, 2007 15:33:54 GMT -5
He then called for the nastiest dark mare he could find. He galloped around the border line, enjoying the wind smacking his mane against his skin. Opposite of most equine, he loved the feel of pain. He was rarely happy, and if he was to smile, he probably felt or saw pain, but that wasnt happiness. He up the canyon wall, the canyon in which the lagoon was in, and galloped a wide circle. He pinned his ears, streatched out his neck, and went into a full gallop. He turned straight towards the edge. He felt his hooven touch the edge, and he pushed off, soaring over the wide canyon, The wind slapped his flanks, burning his eyes. He felt his hind feet reach the other side... Barely. He took his chance, and tucked his neck down, tumbling down the hill. He came to his feet, and went off at a gallop again. He galloped straight for the lagoon, plunging deep down.
Seconds later he reached the shore, and pushed up, shaking himself dry. He trotted off, and called for the fae again.
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Post by S p i r i t on Feb 11, 2007 5:46:58 GMT -5
Okay I am moiving you.
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Post by braveheart on Feb 11, 2007 16:13:29 GMT -5
ooc: What?
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Post by S p i r i t on Feb 24, 2007 16:54:04 GMT -5
OOC: This is your land.
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Post by S p i r i t on Feb 24, 2007 16:54:20 GMT -5
OOC: Your the betta to the king.
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