*cheekily and jauntily canters in* -- Joining Forsaken Spirits

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Date Posted: 09:48:54 11/25/01 Sun
Author: Tibbo
Subject: *cheekily and jauntily canters in*

*You are just standing there grazing when you suddenly feel another horse's body close to your's. You look over and there is the face of a dark bay Quarter Horse stallion smiling cheekily at you*
'Ello, chap! Wot be up 'round these parts? *He asks*
May'haps there's a spot on The Evil for your ol' pal Tibbo? Wot, wot?
That's right, me ol' laddo, boy! Tibbo the q.h., at your service! Anything at all for whoever is in charge round these strange parts.
Now bucko, so I can join properly, here is me ol' stats and all that wot be:
Name: well, you know that me good matey! It's Tibbo!
Breed: Quarter horse mainly, but other breeds may be mixed in, doncha know!
Colour: Jolly good ol' dark bay thankee kindly for askin'.
'Ere's me story, though it may not be an interestin' one, it's one that led me 'ere:
I come from a forest far from one o' those directions, can't exactly remember which one, but if time 'as me good back, I know me good ol' sense of brain won't let me down, wot wot? Anywho, I came from a land, field, ocean nor forest I can't utter tho name, fear of some ol' enemy by a listenin' to me a-speakin', there might snatch me up and get that info of route outta me ol' mouth! So anyways, the place I came from is a jolly ol' place, a place of where there is peace and all that, yes yes, it's all wonderful when I retire, but till the day come when I don't have any more speed or will to fight outta this ol' bones, I came 'ere, to 'elp 'ee.
Picture: Well, I don't think we 'orses 'ave such a thing! But if I see one o' those ol' bags o' bones called 'umans a-prancin' around invading our land, I'll be right as rain to get them to take me picture!
*snorts after the long speech. You sigh from his rambling tounge and you turn for a moment, getting a mouthful of grass and when you turn back to look at Tibbo, he's already slipped off without you knowing it, not to be seen by you, but by others.*

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