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><center><TABLE WIDTH=300 >STYLE="filter:glow(color=0099ff, >strength=2);"><TR><TD><center><font face="Verdana" >style="font-size: 8pt" color="black">Obsidian shadow >of obsidian brute glided through the crisp night >without fear of submission. Earlier that very day his >nostrils had scented an intruder, though his mood >remained similar to the normal, leaving such a task to >the lead. A scornful smirk crossing his features as >his thoughts turned that way, his mind swaying to and >through from reality and dreams. Brought back from >the bewitchment of his concealed mind only by the >sharp ringing of hooves on stone, but not those of his >own. Unworried, magnificent virile continued on his >way, snatching words upon the breeze of the >tresspassers conversation with teh Alpha. A sharp >snort, resembling a laugh is issued, blown through >jagged blades. Soberly, as his autitives prick, >hearing the words 'others'. A slightly hurt frown >flickering like candle light over his dished pate, but >quickly turning into a mocking sneer, and by chance >through the spruses that shrouded the hills, caught a >glimpse of the new comer. Another gloating grunt is >released, seeing no need to be wary of yet another >fool hearted stallion. "Others indeed, although you >may be lead here, you think you can command us like >such? Nay, and soon your glory shall be all but >spent."</font><BR> ></TABLE><BR>

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