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| ?^ hear me OUT ::; Exodus seeks an alliance | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 11 2011, 04:56 PM (79 Views) | |
| Sentiao | Feb 11 2011, 04:56 PM Post #1 |
I've not yet begun to defile myself.
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The gray brindled stallion entered the foreign territory warily. His dark hooves moved at the pace of a contemplative walk. Exodus was now out in the world searching for alliances now instead of mares. He had Yasira right now; she was all he needed, but he would go and seek out other mares to keep her company if she desired it. The stallion was just over the age of 4, very young compared to many other stallions who called this planet 'home'. His black forelock slowly fell across his face, and the stallion jerked his head to the left to move it. He didn't know what the stallion's name was who resided here. But Exodus came peacefully, though there was no white flag of truce to be seen. This land seemed nice, but the gray was content with his own territory in the Loftlands: Grizzly Heights. Exodus raised his head a little higher in the air as he came to a slow halt. The scents here were somewhat fresh, so he whinnied loudly, hoping to attract the lead stallion here. |
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| PhantomStallion | Feb 28 2011, 09:00 PM Post #2 |
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Dark Magic... The dark bay stallion had the wind blowing to him. It was a peaceful snowy day, and he... wait a minute... was that the scent of another stallion? Lifting his maw to the wind, he confirmed his suspicion. There was a strange stallion on his turf. He heard a visitor's whinny. Taking his precious time, a dark body stalks through wind and hoof-deep snow. Dark thoughts swarmed his mind. What he would do if this stallion posed a threat... what a first attack would be if it came to that... how big is this stallion, and can he take him? Finaly coming to the stallion, Dark Magic halted a few feet away. Opening his maw, he uttered one small but powerful word... "Yes?" Staring down the stallion and guessing him to be about three or four, he could take him... if it came to that of course. This stallion could pose no threaty at all. Then again, you never know... |
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