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Post by B.luB.ow on Apr 2, 2009 18:56:56 GMT -2
The lone silhouette of an equine moved in a steady rhythm, the thick mist covering over his hide. The Lord hung his well designed dial towards the earth, pasting a small grin onto his maw, as the long grasses tickled his velvet nose.
Even though the mist gave everything a damp and sorrowful look, the bright red flowers still shone as brightly as ever.
Before anyone else could step foot on this land, the brute gave a piercing neigh, signaling his claimence.
OOC;;not very good, I was rushed
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