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Post by |.:|Ocean|:.| on Apr 22, 2006 18:29:05 GMT -5
The brujen Riley duo beated into the realm, his ebony bodice was carried elegantly as though he was gliding against the sod, a faint smile tainted his visage as he stopped in the middle of the land, he didn't want to be anything royal, an alpha would suit him nicely, he pushed his weight to his hinds rearing, daggers thrashing the atmos as carbon released his flared papethins, as he came down hoof prints were left in the gentile sod, a mark of his presence. he held his zenith proudly as a loud nicker escaped his chassi, he was claiming this land as his
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Post by Girl Anachronism on Apr 22, 2006 18:50:13 GMT -5
its yours!
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Post by |.:|Ocean|:.| on Apr 22, 2006 18:51:32 GMT -5
Sweet!
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