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Author: a wolf's work [ Edit | View ]
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Date Posted: 14:14:33 01/17/02 Thu
. never had the pewter stallion been so hesitant of making an enterance. it had been so long; inky globes run over the life on the familiar ground, a former shelter. mottled appendages forget their churning, steed lingering atop a dune. thorn radars swivel on the skull, limpid chasms grazing the land for the sable female, shattered dreams. shifting idly, thoughts wandered.. p'haps she no longer ruled this domain? and if she did, p'haps she a stallion to lead it with? glowering haughtily, a clarion scream tore through the night, demanding that the sable one make herself seen .
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