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Post by cammy on May 21, 2006 12:31:00 GMT -5
The ebon hued brutis trotted quickly into the terra. Nares flared, rimmed in salmon. Poisonum slid to a halt, chain dancing about his hocks. A short, strong, loud neigh errupted forth, to let them know of his arrival. He arched his boa, fiery visionaries dancing over the terra. A dance. Of. Death.
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Post by silverdreams on May 21, 2006 14:30:57 GMT -5
Satan stormed onto the plain he had heard another brutes calling, he slid to a stop near the bture and hissed " What are you here for? " he hissed looking him up and down.
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Post by cammy on May 21, 2006 16:39:31 GMT -5
I come not to challenge for your lands, but to ask permission to join your harem. My curse is Poisonum, and my lineage the purest dark friesian. His tone was evil and dark, a daring note in it.
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Post by silverdreams on May 21, 2006 20:33:41 GMT -5
" You may join my herd " he hissed, his orbs searching the brutes body
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Post by cammy on May 21, 2006 22:40:32 GMT -5
Thank you. What be your curse? he hissed, a note of respect in his tone.
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Post by silverdreams on May 21, 2006 22:49:11 GMT -5
" I am damned Satan " he hissed
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Post by cammy on May 21, 2006 22:59:43 GMT -5
He nodded, and galloped off to join the rest of the herd.
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