<font size="2pt" color="silver"> -Pallid- -- Diamond Dunes

This is the Territory where the king, (and someday queen) will live. It is the largest Territory of all. It has miles of white sand but around the edges there is fresh greenery. There are many Trees around for shade and a large lake at one end with crystal waters. This is Aramil's home. At night, when the many moons come out, (one over each territory) they reflect off of the diamonds hidden in the sand.

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Date Posted: 10:57:18 08/20/01 Mon
Author: One Wild Night
Subject: -Pallid-

The slender ashen crosses over the silken earth, cranium propped upward, glittering opticals shifting to locations of the masculine's terrain. Chistled dial cranes toward curved neck, tender nares flaring widely. Lengthy quads refuse to function, halting the mare. Long golden rods of grass lash 'gainst the frontal plane of the she, shivering under the sweeping wind. Arched banner flicks toward the night, only to swing down 'gainst hocks. Cracked flints clash against the terra firma, causing the feminique to dance momentarily until she relaxes easily. Concaved skull changes directions, oculi serching the horizon for any sign of life. None is found except for the body of another herd member, an ebon female dubbed 'Panther'. Shrill cry of greeting is released toward the feminist, only to swing profile forward, lowered toward the earth. Dial is shoved into fluttering roughage, labrums parting to allow frontal insisors to unmercifully savage the greenage. Alone, as usual, the youthful equine grazes, always hoping for a 'one wild night'.

Hey, c'est la vieWelcome to the partyLife is for the livingSo you gotta live it upCome on, let's go.

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