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Post by bliss on May 21, 2006 13:08:07 GMT -5
Not expecting the sudden attack of the frightened mare, the stallion snorted in surprise. He came back to earth after a stunning rear and shook his tassels madly. What was wrong with her? Towers laid back to rest against his skull; nostrils flare to show fiery red. The stallion rounded on the stallion, holding his crania high. Who was this stag anyway? Eyes found the angered mare and he exhaled heavily. She would be the first to speak... lest the stallion wanted to speak first...
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Post by bliss on May 23, 2006 16:26:43 GMT -5
[OOC: Ok, Zylan's outta here cuz there's a raging fire going around like a frickin' virus. Bye!]
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