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Post by ciel on Apr 25, 2006 12:20:18 GMT -5
Occs of a large and wonderous brute came gleaming through. Dish rose in a content and high status way. His whipcord slashed at his right side as he came forth. Tassels taken by the heavy winds. His flints dug up the earths crust with his every stride. Paper thins rose and fell normally, with no obvious hesitation. He broke into a gallop, crania stretched forth infront of his massive bulk. Ebony hued chest rippled with the obvious muscles. Yes the brute was taller than many, this made it seem odd to him. But ever since birth he had been expected with high standards and this terra would just not do. Soon he would challenge the dark king for his place, and most of his fights occured to others that he won, and this would not be the first time to lose. Pinnacles flattened against his dark skull, he parted his large jaw to let cursings flow. I ask for these lands, nothing else Then he swung round and trotted toward the excit. Though he hesitated wondering if he was to leave now he would lose the lands.
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Post by Girl Anachronism on Apr 25, 2006 14:02:09 GMT -5
t'is yours
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