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Post by Darktouch on Aug 1, 2005 22:00:13 GMT -5
An ebony mare trotted across the streams and grass. In the middle of the terra, she reared. Her front talons struck out at the air and a shrill neigh of claimance filled the lands. She spun on her hind legs once and landed with a soft splash. Her arabian neck arched and she snorted. Darktouch's dark eyes filled with fire as she tossed her head fiercely. "It's mine," she said. "Mare, yes. But weak, no. These lands are mine."
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