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Post by ۞ Stormy۞ on Jul 3, 2006 23:20:22 GMT -5
Black dagger move the stag over the ground, he had grown bored of just sitting around he wanted to do something. His name was Reaper; by his name would think of a very Dark stag. He was an opposite to his name. He was a strong white stag, his muscles rippled under his pelt. His heart and mind where the dark. Reaper was Alliance, he would fallow Ishtar throw anything.
His black dagger pushed harder into the ground as he ran faster. His white tail out be hide him, he was not the type of stag to take a mate, he would breed with as many mares as he could, all he wanted to do was pass, what he was to a son. He would alone take care of a Colt. He was cold hearted, and always got what he wanted. His body started to slow down as he let out a powerful neigh. Stomped his Dagger into the ground, he need something to do, or he was going to lose his mind he wanted to case some trouble. But what could he do, titled his white head as he ears flicked side to side.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 11, 2008 23:54:49 GMT -5
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