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Thee Sin
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Date Posted: 14:15:09 05/16/01 Wed
In reply to:
Lucifer
's message, "... fresian armor ..." on 17:59:17 05/15/01 Tue
As angry black equine slips into the empty lands, gaze slides to the new steed, lobes pinned fully to royal crown. Steed of purest evil lifts his dial, gaze falling towards the other, nearly his same height. He slinks through the shadows, gaze resting upon the evil stud before him, eyeing him with curiousity. He would certainly make a wonderful warrior, a strong leader for those of lower rank, yet would such a steed obey his master, obey him, Thee Sin? A dark snort is emitted, an acknowledgment of the new steed's entrance, yet also filled with testy emotions, anger, hatred, curiousity, wanting... Dial remains held up, dominant, for if this stud would not obey him, he would be exiled.
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