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Post by fallen on Mar 10, 2007 15:53:48 GMT -5
Her long jet tassel was gently laying on the ground as she walked around the terrain with her crown held high with pride. The weather was sunny in this area, for she was having a semi-good day and needless to say, decided to come and try her luck here to try and join a herd. She knew of no one here and barely spoke to anyone at all, so who would accept her as one of their own?
Shaking her dial clear of her thoughts, she kept walking, her long, thick mane was off to the side, her forelock laying gently over her emerald colored pools, enchanting her. She was tall, towering over most other equines. Smiling gently she looked off to the side to see no one, her horns though, thought different.
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Post by lienlee on Apr 17, 2007 13:03:10 GMT -5
Grime pinned her ears and narrowed her mean small eyes as she sized up the horse in front of her...
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