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Post by !~Wonder~! on Oct 7, 2007 18:54:48 GMT -5
Pelt glistened in the sun's wrath as the flicka was brought in. Her optics glimmered excitedly, and she pranced, throwing up her crown. She calmed, still jumpy though. The flicka stood, then nickered softly, waiting for a response. There was none.
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