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Post by *F.licka)) on Dec 5, 2006 8:42:56 GMT -5
Ebony bronc trotted into the terra. His muscles flexed and he stamped the ground. He had a wierd mark on his flank, a memoir from the past. But that would be another story... The brute flicked his hooves up and picked up his pace to a steady canter.
He looked out it wonder. What was this place? He was new, so how could he know? He wandered around silently before plucking a bit of grass... WAIT! If this was another stally's terra, maybe he shouldn't be eating his grass.. So, the lone horse stood there shivering, and alone.
Waiting for something....
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