dawntango
Colt
Life's hard-get a helmet.
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Post by dawntango on Sept 21, 2009 14:53:38 GMT 8
It was a desolate place, Golden Cliffs, with crumbling edges that fell into the churning sea, where waves tore the ocean to frenzied shards. But rain kept plentiful food and streams cast themselves off the edge into the sea.
And Tahesahal was not one for soft edges and greeness everywhere. This place suited him. the black stallion reared, challenging the very sky,.
"I, Tahesahal, claim Golden Cliffs as my own!" It echoed cross the grass, over the cliffs.
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dawntango
Colt
Life's hard-get a helmet.
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Post by dawntango on Sept 21, 2009 15:04:24 GMT 8
It was a desolate place, Golden Cliffs, with crumbling edges that fell into the churning sea, where waves tore the ocean to frenzied shards. But rain kept plentiful food and streams cast themselves off the edge into the sea.
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