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Post by Altivo on Oct 17, 2005 18:35:18 GMT -4
the blurr of ivory hue confidently made his appearence with in the whar semt abandoned terra, chocolated tinted specrtuns inspected the scapeing with though, twin zenths rotation with a fowards and backwards rang of mtion, his masculent curveature was crisply bowed as he haulted, oh how beaufiful thus land was
his tattered hock kissed slowly swayed within the danceing winds of fall, widend salmons wafting the cold swirl of atmosphere, oh how could any soul abandon such a spectacular portun of land?, the must of another masculine's scent was long timed out dated, then with bold vocals the hessian toned
Dear royals, the
ruler of thus terra
has been long gone
for quiet some time
would you grant of
me thus portun of
paradice?
his deep rumbles drifted amonst the atmosphere with a defiing echo, the overwelment have thus terra to call his own brewed with in his dreambox, hopes flying high
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Post by Dreamweaver on Oct 17, 2005 21:57:27 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]New ruler of Zeliah is you. Lord Altivo, guard it well in these times of war...[/glow]ooc: sign up to fight a dark stallion in the Events board if you want...we need more light stags. 
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Post by Classic Touch on Oct 19, 2005 16:31:24 GMT -4
the she seemed to dance in ballet, tipping in angle due to the land. Seekers veering round to eye new lands, awaiting momentum of which her bronc was to arrive. Eyeing the outskirts causisouly, crani tossed infrantic mostions as locks chased 'way from vision. Now planted within the middle of dead foliage, crisp beached bead of snow tablets clutched to ebrum dipped pandages. Quivering slightly as cloak hel;d protective barrer of the winters. Quick glances insured he had not yet arrived, hesitantly ambling back out for war.
aye, listian for she speaks of truth, watch these lands bronc, while i fight for the freedom of the beloved
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Post by Classic Touch on Oct 22, 2005 19:25:29 GMT -4
almost angrly she had trudged, sliping in and out in ammusment though none of the sort seemed to show within jovial features.
that bi*ch
she snarled, lip curling unruly
to sacared to face me huh? Oh and i was so looking forward to it
abused sort rousing seemed to 'pear abreast facade, overexadurating the circumstances as muffled like crys rung mirrcivlly bracing herself oh the entree back within the blood feilds, putrid grief kept in captivity from the stress she had been under. pacing lightly, back and forth atop the earths bed.
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Post by l u m i n o u s on Oct 23, 2005 19:07:26 GMT -4
ooc-sry, i wasn't really inactive, i just had no where to post....
Talons flung across the plain, breaths coming in harder, faster, sharper A glint lay in the earth colored orbs, the brute was trying to take my lands for his own! I drove harder across the lands, pistons sweeping along swifter Naders flared, red lining them Kissers peeled back, ivories parted, letting loose a wild call I raced forward, intent on reaching the stallion who dared to try and steal my lands
Stand down fool! None will part me from my homing!
I screamed, rushing upon the stag faster I braced my pillars, sliding to stop before the brujo, breathing hard Auds lay back, blending in with the damp copper of my neck Daggers bared warningly, an iron scraped the plain's floor, threatening him, warning him to leave
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Post by Classic Touch on Oct 23, 2005 20:25:31 GMT -4
HA, leave fool, for a she as my self isnt to back down so easily, Not only be it Als land but it be mine as well, be gone or be sorry
heels had kicked up in return, stiffly ambling forth as dentals held in baring, zieths swooping and clipping back so locks caressed before rougen liddids. Appanadix held merly topits peak as it swayed in snaking motion, harkening his week tones of rhasy wordings. Smirks seemed to curl, flashing along facade as plummage sloped 'pandages dancing eagerly benieth petie frame as arama of the bronc seemed now not so distant. Oxygenators flaring in ignorence
you wont get this land that easy stud, its done, over with. We've won you fool.
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Post by l u m i n o u s on Oct 23, 2005 21:25:00 GMT -4
ooc-camelot confoozed! what do u mean? cause i think i just have to wait for altivo to reply, right?
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Post by Classic Touch on Oct 24, 2005 14:29:13 GMT -4
nono cam...........you where inactive with this land so Alvito asked for it and Dreamweaver said that if you dont reply in so and so many days then the land is ours. soooooooo you pretty much lost the land
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Post by l u m i n o u s on Oct 25, 2005 15:15:43 GMT -4
ohh, sry. i just wasn't able to get on.....k so, i guess i'll just leave now -sneaks away-
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Post by Classic Touch on Oct 25, 2005 15:23:01 GMT -4
yesh yesh, sorry luff. wmahaha, Classic will bite anyone whos not supposed to be in here's head off.
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