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Post by regret on Oct 6, 2006 20:39:13 GMT -5
Her heavy black feathers swirled arouind dark daggers as they hit hit the ground, pillars moving with them in perfect harmony. Pools scanned the lands revealing before her, only too see a mare and a stallion.
Her thorns were pricked, trying to capture any sound of danger. Her nostrils were flared, for a storm, of great strength was smelt, the rain water was already pounding on her nose. Her arc bent in rythm with her hooves, beating at a slow trot.
Her daggers gently slowed to a walk, her large raven body was sure to be noticed but she didnt really care. The intensity of the coming storm was raging her, but she stayed calm.
Finnaly she found a large patch of clovers, were she allowed her frame to meet the earth, little dust arose when her body hit the ground with a loud,
thud
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