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Subject: Beware the Trevallon! Author: The TRevallon [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:06:44 12/14/04 Tue Cursed as The Trevallon Painted with black hue Splashed with no markings Touched with masculine features Molded for 5 long years Traced with evil and malice,power hungry and loves to cause pain. Bred from the purest arab Out of Kamber Sired by Magnum Pysche My history is written as Abandoned as a foal and beaten by humans. He now has a hate for everything. He killed his old herd and took one small filly as his mate. She left him in fear and he pursued her. He killed her and her new mate, then was chased from the land. Black hessian galloped steadily across the open terra. His neck was arched and regal, his hooves beat the ground dangerously. His eyes glinted wickedly with a playful anger. He slowed suddenly and raised to his hind limbs kicking at the sky, screaming to the world. His message was simple. ‘Beware the Trevallon’ The creature’s would hope they had heard him for he would listen for no excuses ,nor wait for a explaintion from there pitiful forms. His lyrics were harsh and cold, hinted by his strong british accent. Tresses and banner flowing in the gentle breeze, his words would carry far. He started to move again, one with the wind as he moved swiftly. All in his way beware, and watch your backs. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]