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May 1, 2006 14:19:44 GMT -5
Post by horse on May 1, 2006 14:19:44 GMT -5
Extensions of raven soared over the blades of emeralds while the atmosphere was painted a sinister cerulean. Tonight the moon was plastered with exhaust and smaller blotches could not be seen either. The only luminescent creature was he, the saffron sprite. The solemn, empty reverberation of silence filled the cadre and no longer the sounds of retractiles striking the sod could not be heard. This adolescent warlord had much to discover for being only three, four, or perhaps five months old he should have still been in the harem of his sire. Now his ensamble was spread out upon the abode, he seemed stationary but his twin peaks were quite vigilant. Never in his life had this clten felt secure in any way. Once he was discarded from his posterity he had to survive or face the all to near face of defeat, in his case demise. And he would not admit to it, for loosing is for the frail. Well taking his chances he had to amble on other brute’s territory and being off alert for a millisecond could mean your life. Welcome to the life of Maldición.
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May 19, 2006 17:10:07 GMT -5
Post by \\Leviathan// on May 19, 2006 17:10:07 GMT -5
The regally built tyrant strode onto the scene with no great ceremony. His voids came upon a burnt sand-hued young ruffian in a space of land previously thought to be unoccupied. Whence did this newcomer procure from?
Striding nearer, drawing within range of ordinary vision, the diabolical hellion caught an aura of unjust cursing (for in French, malédiction means curse). It was a familiar sensation to him, having been subjected to a vile curse for a great span of his time.
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Oct 28, 2008 7:19:36 GMT -5
Post by wowposter on Oct 28, 2008 7:19:36 GMT -5
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