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Date Posted: 23:03:31 07/26/01 Thu
Hellion ingressed, pausing upon threshold . . . assuring himself that he belonged here. Onyx dagger swept sharply across the terra firma, a signal to himself, a dangerous warning to not push the issue of returning to reside in the snowy vixen's realm. Dial descended sharply, insicors snapping angrily at lush greenery . . . not enjoying it's full depths of flavor. Thoughts elsewhere the stallion's ivories smashed against one another, grinding the vegitation in his muzzle to shreds. Why must the vixen be the way she is? Never would the Eclipse fold to Terra . . . never would he allow himself , her. It was unrealistic and forth right disdainful. He, himself was a rogue, a scavanger . . . one who fought for his life. Not others . . . never would it be allowed.
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