icefire
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Post by icefire on Feb 16, 2008 2:47:13 GMT -5
Tired hooves walked out of the shadows of a great tree. He had hoped to find a terra of his own and he could not scent any other brutes or mares for that matter here. His black dished face was covered with a long blaze. He picked his hooves up over a fallen tree and looked around it looked like an okay place to live. Black Jack raised his head and let a call escape his kissers telling all that this was now his terra and if anyone had a say in it they would have a hard time tring to get it back or taking it.
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