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Post by .::Magical::. on May 20, 2006 13:34:05 GMT -5
The wretch cantered smoothly and easily, winding around the tall black trees, dodging the shadows. Her hooves barely touched the ground and she slid to a graceful stop, and screeched for Bereft. She pawed a little, punishing the earth with her petite yet strong and unforgiving daggers.
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Post by White_Rider on May 26, 2006 14:15:28 GMT -5
(he's at where the herd talks)
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