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Post by MasterPeice&& on Jun 22, 2006 15:33:42 GMT -5
Thundering hooves lashed against the earth's surface in a smooth motion. The muscular legs of a red arabian stallion moved fast and his nares flared. He snorted and then glared over the empty lands. The young brute threw his crown back, not one scent of equines filled his nares, he knew he was alone in these plains now. Golden Masterpeice is his name, his royal optics flashed in the bright mornning sun and he whinnyed loudly. Not a noise was made for several days after that. Till large groups of horses begain to gather, they filled many valleys, but his. He stood tall, not another horse dared to near his land with out primission, he was known as the 'king' of lights.
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