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Post by Satan's Prize on Apr 16, 2006 18:45:25 GMT -5
A golden hued form entered quickly into the Center Island. A call was sent forth calling to the Lord of this realm. He needed a place to live and hopefully soon keep his mares. If he was allowed to live here he would also have to be allowed his own broodmares. For that was what his life was pretty much based on. He was not challanging the Alpha he wasn't that power thirsty, but he did seek power over mares. Just one Island would do for him, he wasn't planning on starting to big of herd just a small one. He hoped the stag would allow him to stay. [/size][/center] [ sorry very museless today  ] |
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Post by oriental on Apr 19, 2006 14:00:54 GMT -5
.......... the Thunder..........
The strange smell of another brute flew wildly up into the warriors flared nose holes. Mussels of sheer power, rippled in turn as he glided across the open land to the place where the brujo stood. His head held high above the tall grass along with his jet painted whip. The sun flashed down upon his frame making him shine and gleam with delight, he was a greedy sort normally but today he seemed to be a bit more , well " co-operative " . His Sharpe pistons carried him faster and faster , until he Finlay came to a slow halt at the feet of the fellow stag.
May i ask what you are doing in thys land? and what is your business here? he hissed , a evil hint twisted around each and every word , like a rattle snake swashing its pray with all its might. He did not like the fact of another stag on his land , without his permission,not one bit. His orbs met the others , hinting for him to speak wisely or hurry and leave , otherwise he would be forced to make him leave. With force.
.....Is just the beginning of it..... occ~ it kk , me too lol so no prob! |
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Post by Satan's Prize on Apr 20, 2006 17:05:35 GMT -5
[glow=white,1,300]The buckskin bronc dipped his head in respect for the stallion but then jumped right into business.
I am her in search or a home for myself and soon a herd
Strong tones answered to the other stallions. Black tassels lay flat as there was no breeze coming in off the ocean. But the salt smell still filled his nose, and it was almost a soothing smell to the stallion. He knew this stallion didn't appreciate some one entering his realm but o well he was here now and that was that.[/glow] [/size][/center] |
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