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Soldier
Mar 19, 2006 13:53:23 GMT -5
Post by Soldier on Mar 19, 2006 13:53:23 GMT -5
The black painted stag calmy and yet gracefully stepped onto the terra. His head held in a regal way, Soldier halted. A trumpeting sound was given... He needed to find someone. The days were getting troubling... He had been here for the longest of whiles and yet still had failed to star a heard...
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Soldier
Mar 28, 2006 19:24:07 GMT -5
Post by Sinistra /darkness claims me/ on Mar 28, 2006 19:24:07 GMT -5
Distant soundwaves trembled the fine hairs in her harks, and she lifted her dainty profile higher upon it's arched perch to better catch the call. Her long-idle pillars ripped her daggers from the tainted soil and set them into motion, her deadly dance resumed. Throwing back her chiseled face, she released a tortured cry from the depths of her empty bodice. Trustee harks leading her closer to whence the call had come, she cast her cold voids down from atop a rocky overhang and took in the form of the obsidian brute below. A haughty snort flew from her flared paperthins as she awaited acknowledgement.
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Soldier
Aug 26, 2008 21:17:12 GMT -5
Post by omnxae on Aug 26, 2008 21:17:12 GMT -5
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