D.rifter
1st Degree
...dare you trust me, but a mere Drift in the wind?
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Post by D.rifter on Jun 7, 2005 15:10:54 GMT -4
+the brute gallops around the terra inspecting every inch of it. he halts beside the crashing ocean and utters a shrill whinnie, it is his. he raises his dial and absorbs the smells of his new terrain. rich with the sweet scent of salinity and his own scent. none other...+
He thought: I hope I can share this land with vixens of whom I will love, and will love me in return... this land is too beautiful to reside merely me. It seeks more life, more love, more attention... and happy residents to gamboll upon it.
+the brute lied beside the stream, sipped slowly at the cool crisp liquid and began to dream...+
The mare Goky le Fae has captured my heart... I must search for a love whom will love me more than a simple stallion sharing her land, as I hope Jelly will...
+the mare Goky's picture kept coming to the mighty butes mind. he was in awe as he realized that a simple femme could turn his muscles and body from strong and powerful, to lovestruck and jello...+
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