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Post by kila on Feb 17, 2006 16:49:39 GMT -5
The pure white Arabian mare two beated into the land looking around, for any signs of stallions or anyone or any other equines. She let out a bone chilling whinny, one that indicated that she was indeed a dark mare, searching for a dark stallion.
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Post by phoenix on Feb 22, 2006 9:48:23 GMT -5
Iron-like hooves beated the ground as the lyrics met the ears of a stag. Ebony body streaked across the land searching for the creater of the music that had reached his ears. He was a dark, yes. He was strong and proud. He thundered over to the faen and called,
"Why is thee alone?"
The name of the cursed stag was known to some. He rarely gave out his name. He was young and sprited. He was called Desert Storm.....
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Post by kila on Feb 26, 2006 21:02:35 GMT -5
Turning at the sound of an other equines her orbs caught sight of a stag or what she hoped the be a dark stag. The question almost confused her. Why was she alone? She tried to think of an answer, when it suddenly hit her.
"Because every stag mistakes me for a pathetic light and I just get light stags come over to me thinking I am a light by the way my coat looks, and I end up having to chase them off or end there life. So now it seems there all afraid to come around which is good news for me, but you are the first dark stag I have met since I left my father's herd."
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