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Post by blessed on Dec 31, 2005 19:47:23 GMT -5
A white figure weaved through the forest. His bodice air of strength, muscles smoothly gliding under a moon kissed coat. The dappled light fell through the branches and layed across his caot making him look misticle. His listeners perked at the top of his head as he neared a clearing, letting out stallion scents of challenge. His 4-beated to the top of a large hill and lifted onto dtrong hindquarters. His front pillers surged out infront of him as his kissers parted and revealed large,strong and sharp shredders.
Come stag, I want your land either forfet this match or fight me! His listeners now glued to his neck.
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Post by casia on Jan 1, 2006 0:57:47 GMT -5
harks pierced the sky as she heard the challenge of the stag. A worried look grew across her ebon fascade. Normally she would take the fight for herself but so close to her time she couldnt. Pride was gone and this was now her land. What to do? what to do? she began pacing back and forth.
She could not leave this land. These lands were where her and pride had created memories, now they were being taken from her. Where was D'art? he would have fought for her. She needed to stay here. Prides father lived here, Pride had once lived here with her and among his own family. She had always dreamed of her little one playing in amongst the Shadows of the land. No she would not leave here. This was her home, her land.
She began to walk toward the offending stag. She emitted her own shrill war cry. If she had to fight she would. Perhaps this brute would not fight a pregnant femme.
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Post by omnxae on Aug 26, 2008 21:16:49 GMT -5
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