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Post by ladyepona on Nov 25, 2007 21:47:51 GMT -5
+The ebonite and moon shadowed hessian entered the territory. Coming to a halt he peered around, sensing no other equines in this land he stamped his flint three times upon the ground and screamed to the heavens, for all to know+
I, Spirit of the Storm, do claim these lands for me and mine, and the generations to come
+That done he looked about, pleased with himself+ [/size]
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Post by kyliee on Nov 27, 2007 22:43:14 GMT -5
She walked in easily, her accurate auds had heard the wondrous hessians' scream from far away. She looked around steadily, noting every falling bit of snow. She came to a halt just at the corner of a great ice cliff, and peered carefully around. There she saw the one whom had made his call echo through out this world, the glimmer of ice reflected on his perfect coat. She took two steps out, so that her pure black pelt shown
brilliantly against the white ice and snow.
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