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Date Posted: 12:15:26 03/28/05 Mon
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Cherokee
's message, "Indian" on 09:32:24 03/28/05 Mon
. He was oblivious to the surrender of the colt, and went on to continue his attack. However, spying the submissive position, he stopped, emitting a call in triumph. The colt was defeated, leaving the beast with a few minor scratches, nothing that would leave a scar. However, he had given the young one quite a few scars to show, but these scars were not something to flaunt. They were scars of defeat, not victory. Obsidian struck the soft earth beneath him, lifting dial high as soft droplets of water fell upon his face. Ah, the rain. Such a serene touch after a fight. The water began to pour more heavily, and he reared, not caring that his brilliant pelt was being dulled by the water. He watched as Arianna opened the gate, allowing the woman to put a halter on him and lead him inside. Another one won. Yes, it seemed he grew fiercer by the day, and perhaps he was. But he was content with being king of Nicosia's barn, the power drew him in. Put into a stall, and now underneath the warmth of a blanket, he ate his hay quietly, auds moving to catch the soft sounds of drops against the steel roof of the stable .
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