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Post by otho on Jun 14, 2010 19:39:26 GMT 8
Jegath
The grey looked around. His land was large, but not many roamed it. He would have to change that, and soon. But first, he would find out who was still here...
"Come to me my herd. Come. Beta, his queens, my queen, and all others. Come." he called, his voice carrying from the shelf he stood upon, where the grey often came to look out upon his lands and those surrounding it.
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