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Post by showjumper on Nov 10, 2006 11:46:30 GMT -5
A lonesome figure stood erect on the tall hill. Her banner and plume flying in the wind. Her raidos pointed straight foward, every now and then flicking back. She was in a new place, therefore she wouldn't let her guard down.
The filly picked up a front dagger, slamming it down upon the ground, marking where she had been. A slight sigh escaped her maw as she turned her dial. There was no creature on this land, but she was sure someone owned it.
The filly reared up, her front daggers reaching for the bright sky above her. An eagle flew past her head, she let out a shrill whinny, soon slamming her bodice back to the ground.
All was still, as she turned her dial once more. Her brown orbs scanned the land. She was by herself, and she liked it. But still, she sensed a presence, she wasn't sure of....
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