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Post by Saint Walker on Jan 21, 2012 21:29:37 GMT -5
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Long smooth strides carried the bay mutt stallion across the lands, Arabic tail held high as it floated on the cool swift breeze made by his speed. With the looks of an arabian and his fine dished skull, he was a sight to see as he is a rather fine looking male. With the power of hope inside his heart he knew that one day his herd would grow, a queen at his side and hopefully foals that run and play at their feet. Blue pools looked upon the fine land, thick with fresh green grass and many trees for shelter. A fine place for himself and his soon to be herd. With a bellowing cry Saint Walker claimed this land, his mark now placed in these many lands.
OOC: Sorry about the briefness as I usually post a lot more than this, tad lazy and barely any muse =/
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Post by Annabelle on Jan 21, 2012 22:35:19 GMT -5
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