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Date Posted:15:34:53 03/19/02 Tue Author Host/IP: 152.163.207.61
There is a sense of wrongness, as a shadow soars over the Western Woods. Immense batlike wings lift a body not made for flying - that of a horse. Eyes are set forward in the head, unlike the side-placed eyes of an animal of prey. Rather than ordinary hooves and teeth, he sports brilliant silver claws and fangs. One barely has time to register all of this before he is gone, progressing into the next territory.
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