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Post by allielegacy on Sept 23, 2006 11:01:56 GMT -5
The golden stud up front was walking alone for a couple of meters. His mane tassels were blown freely back, as his lone bodice moved forward. His ebony pillars were long and lengthy, making him tower over all the smaller ones in this group. His banner was raised in dominance, and any who dare challenge to take over, would be found along the ground, trampled and their stentch would reek of pure death.
The smaller, palomino stud walked slowly behind everyone, his flaxen nape flowing out behind him. His blue optics looked around him, his visage lowering in shyness as he trailed a few feet behind the larger, ebony stag.
The big, emotionless stag was walking slowly up the hill, next to the shier of the bunch. His optics scanned the area. Only one could break his silence from the world, that was the lead. He never spoke to anyone else, even if they forced him to.
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