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Post by ♥HORSELUVER♥ on Feb 20, 2006 5:44:15 GMT -5
raging storm whinned letting everyone now she was ready to choose a mate, her glossy dark coat gleamed in the sun broken up by her socks, her head held proudly she reared her daggers stricked out at the air her muscal voice called again
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Post by wildfire on Feb 20, 2006 6:10:06 GMT -5
Baringa came in arching his neck and showing off. he danced the dance of the wild and showed glorious strength.
"what is your name m'lady?" he asked kindly
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Post by ♥HORSELUVER♥ on Feb 21, 2006 1:06:56 GMT -5
"im raging storm" she sang in her sof voice sofer than 1000 fethers "wat may you be doing" she asked
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