*femme rears, obsidian hooves beating the air, thundrous scream escaping her.* -- 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: 09:04:47 06/26/01 Tue
Author: crossfire
Subject: *femme rears, obsidian hooves beating the air, thundrous scream escaping her.*

she is filled with the urgency to run, to be free, to beat the wind that always alludes her. Without a moment's hesitation upon landing she streaks across the territory, the sheer joy of running penetrating through to her very being...for she was born to run, and she was born to be fast...she feels conflicting feelings, something she has never felt before. She was always content with herd life...but now she wanted more, she wanted friends. slowly, she creeps up to the steed, neck outstretched in question, eyes pleading to be set free to roam for a day. She has heard of new mares joining, and wishes to greet them, her eyes petition further for permission...

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