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Jan 7, 2007 22:59:23 GMT -5
Post by ~Rush~ on Jan 7, 2007 22:59:23 GMT -5
Flaring nares boomed out, sucking in everything in its wrath.
Pitch Black tassles flowing like waves against his sleek nape. Optics steel, cold black and threatening.
Flints like coals, ramming against the earth and slicing it open. Banner streaming out like swarming smoke.
Long outstretched pillars stretching out too thrust fowards.
Sharp and catchy thorns squiveling at every sound, ready for attack.
Maw deep engroved, ready for new sharpening ivories with deadly venom.
He was. Cursed Dark. Cold hearted, Unpredictable, Darq.
The pitch black stag came thundering across the land, he slid too a fast halt and let out a neigh of pure rage, it had seemed, and screamed out loudly. THIS BE MY LAND AND FOREVER BE IT!
Dark. It was him. Oooh yeah.
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