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Post by ::Fallen Angel:: on Nov 29, 2006 13:25:33 GMT -5
A palomino blur moved through the thick fog. A fierce storm was blowing through the mountains and getting worse by the minute. A 3 year old welsh mountain filly stumbled in the snow, sneezing and coughing as they wind hit her like knives. Breseis fell to her knees and began shivering in the snow. She had never been taught how to cope on her own. Her parents were dead, killed by the brogla, and she was alone...
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Post by Throwa on Nov 29, 2006 13:42:29 GMT -5
Slient as the breeze, is what he was famous for. Noone knows where he run or roams, after the stories he jump to his death years ago. Throwa was his name, which means wind. The palomino stallion trotted along the stream waiting for a good spot for a drink, he found one and mist started to form, hiding his gold, knowing some rumors says men were going to return. Still he didn't care, he had a secert valley where his herd was safe and he would protect his family and friends from them if he had to. Still he kept his auds up to listern out for the brogla, which was his emey, also he kept an pool out for Steal, Spear and his brother Arrow. He just inrgone them and countine to drink from the stream, before heading back to the herd.
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