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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Mar 22, 2006 11:39:25 GMT -5
The brown pelted stag twice - beated upon the terras, banner and locks swaying in the breeze. He broke into a canter and sprung onto a hill. He whinnied, a shriek let loose from his vocals.
May I speak to the Lead of these fine lands?
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Post by ~ShowJumper~ on Mar 31, 2006 19:41:10 GMT -5
the stag trotted lightly in and nickered gently. "you called" he said bowing curtly.
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Post by silverdreams on Mar 31, 2006 20:02:18 GMT -5
(hey, could you respond to my messages Showjumper?)
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Post by °»Dj Brown Eyes«° on Apr 1, 2006 4:21:37 GMT -5
( dm anymore!! lol soz!! )
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