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Post by `Avvy on Mar 11, 2006 10:35:26 GMT -5
Suudenly aware that there may have been others listening in, small auds peaked in order to catch the strains of some other braila.... upon hearing a fawn, however, he smirked, plunging deeper into the forest until he found it. Flashing 'is crimson-tinted ivories at the young flicka, she screamed, a long, crying sound, and ran, ran away from the devilish colt. He laughed, and 'is laughter echoed through the forest, connecting with and conquering everything in 'is path...
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 12, 2006 9:22:00 GMT -5
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The Darq Lord tuned into the sound, smirking devilishly.Of course - it had been Harsh Destruction. He might have known... But now, the lord had other pressing matters 'e needed to sort out. With a cold, icy nicker 'e reared, and turned, galloping off into the far eastern distance...
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 14, 2006 21:39:30 GMT -5
Harsh sighed as she looked after him, knowing that somewhere in the woods, Dessy was making her proud.... ebon daggers with faint crimson stains hinted that the mare had killed somehting recently, and the truth was, seh hadn't. The stains were from long ago, in doing a deed which could not be forgiven... frustrated, she rubbed them in the dirt, disguising their colour and snorting in satisfaction. It would do for now...
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