*High pitched whistles emit from the behind the gates* -- Gates of Arabia

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Date Posted: 11:06:31 06/04/01 Mon
Author: Devils Own
Subject: *High pitched whistles emit from the behind the gates*

"Who gos there?" The gaurds yell, the man and his small caravan say nothing, the garuds put sorweds in from of them, and the man walking in teh from looks at him* I am a Sultan from the edge of the desert*Shoing from behind a girl stands beside the man* I am Albia, and I rule the land with my father, we coem here for nothing more, than this animal...She is the son Shetan, wild desert arabian, caring the blood of the arabian war horse, Fyre of my faters in her dam, let us pass now, for there is mroe at hand than just the horse, she glances up at the sun, nods and starts through* What is the horses name? *The gaurds again stop them, and the girl glares at them* She has NONE *She pushes them aside and starts tward the desert*

*They reach the desert just in time, there stands a sultan, ready to leave, he sees the carvan and approces them* What has taken you so long?? *He glares* Please, sir, the garuds...*He nods and takes hte rein of the filly, looks her over, Alria would be proud...*The girls nods, then turns, the man takes a long whip and slams it on the fillys hind quarters, she blots for the desert, her hind legs flailing dirt, blured in a tan and black blur, she never looks back, not ever, she just keeps going....she is... THE DEVILS OWN*

Name: No name to humans. The Devils Own to the horses of the desert.
Age: Yearling
Breed: Desert arabian
Color: Pitch Black
Sire: Shetan
Dam: Alria(or of Fyre)

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