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Subject: The girl rode in on her big, blood-red horse>> Author: Christa and Bloodlust Rebellion [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 06:53:15 05/05/01 Sat Author Host/IP: spider-wb024.proxy.aol.com/205.188.192.159 She dismounted. She and her horse were wearing the traditional armor of the Legion--black armor, with crimson around the edge. She sighed, her big, muscular stallion prancing. He looked like a thoroughbred, graceful, muscular, fast, but he was 17.3 hands high and wicked to the core, though both he and the girl were good. Christa had served in the Legion, a large army, for five thousand years. They had called her the Warrior Goddess, though she wasn't really a goddess. She had always been the first into the battle, and she had always been the last to come out. She had killed more people than she could count in fifteen years. Blood had been a wild stallion for seventeen thousand years, the Lead Stallion, actually. He had been the Lead Stallion of every herd within five thousand miles, but he was Christa's familiar, and as soon as he had seen her, he had gone to her. They communicated by thought-speak, but Blood was not a unicorn, so he could not speak out loud. He had tons of magic, and he personally believed that Alia had simply forgotten to give him a horn. "I wish to become a Knight of the Round Table," said Christa. "I've had tons of training, and I believe I qualify." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]