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Post by synysterr on Feb 11, 2008 11:55:57 GMT -5
Kaza MyykaThe Mangalarga looked up from the plain of turf stretched out across the valley. Her darkened orbs blinked, and nares stretched, catching the sweet scents of the season. She pushed against the ground with her mudded dagger, and settled into the quiet pattern of breathing. "ever since i left my herd, there has been no other in any distance, whether sight or sound." Her brow frowned, as she continued her thoughts. "maybe i should move on. this is a delightful place, but i cannot bare the heavy silence that falls when i approach. it would be wonderful to hear another voice. even if only for a few seconds." Her dome ducked to tear the grass from its roots. The mare flicked her tail, contentedly as she browsed the verdure.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 9, 2008 2:44:46 GMT -5
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