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Post by cammy on May 12, 2006 23:27:21 GMT -5
The young friesian brutis 3 beated into the claiming terra, each blade touching the loam hard, as if punishing it. He slid to a halt, dial thrown high momentarily. His whipcord curled forth against his flanks, causing a crimson welt to rise. He halted for a second to savour the pain, and then lifted his foreqaurters. Hocks took Poisonum's weight as he thrashed at the sky, and then landed again. A long, dark cry exited his maw, for he was in search of a mate.
(dark friesians only please)
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Post by vbain on Oct 12, 2008 18:05:44 GMT -5
a beautiful dark friesian fae trots in and sees him.She slowly walks up to him and says you are looking for a fae? I am looking for a stalion.
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