| Subject: .:The Curse of Satan is Worse than Hell:. |
Author:
Satan's Curse
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Date Posted: 06:34:27 05/10/03 Sat
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| Subject: *~*White Does Not Always Mean Good*~* |
Author:
Secrets Within
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Date Posted: 22:28:34 05/09/03 Fri
A white mare walks into the field, her eyes gazing listlessly at the other horses. An aura of white light surrounds her, giving her a godly look. Alas, that is where the Light features end. Her eyes are a deep obsidian black, and her hooves also a matching black. Evil dripped menacingly from her eyes giving her a determined, horrific appearance.
Hello her voice whispers. I have come to join you. Silently she stands there, a great bit different from the menacing black horses.
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| Subject: .:entrada:. |
Author:
Double Agent
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Date Posted: 16:28:42 05/08/03 Thu
Fem of silver hue gallops in, gleaming pistons pounding and churning mother terra. The vixen halts, in the aura of her moment of glory. Her long raven mane whips around her lightly muscled neck, shining occuli glancing at the others, as she almost hopes, but doesn't really care, to be accepted.
Name: Double Agent
Breed: Arab of Egyptian origin
Gender: Mare
Color: Gray
Age: 8
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| Subject: Piper looks around... |
Author:
Piper
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Date Posted: 22:44:41 05/03/03 Sat
Piper looks around at the place she can now call home. Her eyes cannot hide her fury as she beats on the packed earth beneath her hooves. >Now that i have a home< her deep voice murmers >I must find a herd< With that her crimson red eyes flicker with amusement...
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| Subject: you can be my bloody valentine |
Author:
horrorz
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Date Posted: 12:05:05 05/03/03 Sat
.you can be my bloody valentine.
cursed steed o' mahogany hue transgresses into th' Evil lands. he is bloodthirsty of nature, living for battle and death. defeat is never an option with he, and his otherwise unmarred coat is marked with a large scare 'cross his chest. he is brave, dashing, and very handsome. untameable, and unruly, he slashes at the ground with strong daggars, churning the grass so that none r'mains. his fierce glittering eyes glance 'bout him unsuredly. he is always on guard. banner is flayed to and fro, long tousled mane accentuates strong, arced neck.
my name is horrorz, i am an arabian. i have weathered 7 years on this cursed planet, and my personality can be summarized in one word: killer.
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| Subject: † ...arisen... † |
Author:
¥ moth ¥
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Date Posted: 16:00:24 05/03/03 Sat
† and the shedevil shedded the abyss of forestry with abhorrence, gems of coal taking keen vigilance on the uncanny evil that sinned upon the forlorn terrain after her five winters of solitude. with an ebony skin that embraced her nefarious mannerisms and the arabian blood that pulsed through veins unending, she was a recalcitrant mistress of undying loathe for her own species. her name? moth. a nocturnal creature, ugly in comparison to any bittersweet butterfly, a gift to a world of destruction...forever uncollared. †
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| Subject: Colour Me Green |
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Envy's Advocate
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Date Posted: 22:09:06 04/20/03 Sun
I have been called Envy's Advocate for 3 years. Everybody swears I should be coloured green, but my Arabian parents have coloured me an awful shade of grey. What more must I tell you than a name can be everything?
[I have spared you the post, reply and you shall discover her.]
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| Subject: · there's always fear.. |
Author:
Hopeless
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Date Posted: 21:56:59 04/23/03 Wed
† There's always a place that's feared. A dark theatre, a lonely street, a battlefield. There's always someone that's feared. A druglord, a murderer, a convict. There's always been the permanent risk of death, that shadows you fostering fear and conveying darkness. We fear because we are afraid to die, and ironically, end up that way. But what if you invite yourself to death, accept it as a step more than an end? You can never die. †
· Trees swayed and grass was minced as strong strident hoofs of a shedevil passed over them, commendable in the ways of murder. A soul forbidden to all light parts of the earth for her sins and the deceit she wove with such amiable ability had arrived. She was not ashamed of who she was, rather accepted it with a smile. A full but marred coat the color of dirt and the saturation of shadow rippled as muscles powered her taut body like electric. She exerted energy more like a machine than a soul. Thick black locks fell upon her eyes and her neck, her crest ripped by the many assassination attempts she faced. This brute, regal and yet still deadly, was not afraid to die. She would more or less invite death to take her, but because of the existance of something like mockery and irony twisted, she could not. Any attempts to kill her weren't fought against, she merely had her own vendettas to solve. She would gladly die at the feet of the lifeless bodies she created, drown in the pools of blood she floated in. A light mist ran over the moor's land, and she noticed a sweet rich smell that hung in the air like a miasma. The smell of blood and death and fear.. ·
Hexxed by this name, and so I dub thee Hopeless.
Liven against my will for 6 winters.
A painful death that I have proposed to her.
Her unknown family has caused plight.
The blood of a thousand arabians run through her veins.
Upon her scroll is the mark of naught a name but bloodshed and vanquished enemies, this one gilded by valor.
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| Subject: RoTtInG tO tHe CoRe |
Author:
bLaCk HeArT
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Date Posted: 08:09:30 04/24/03 Thu
As if hell had its chance to come above ground, the sun faded and moon shot up, declaring that the day was finally over and the nightly creatures could roam and haunt the earth atlast. Wolves howls into the dark of the cool air, owls waking up to breath in cold and dark oxygen. The silent of the night becomes still, all creatures stop their fussing and all beasts stop their scavenging, attention vocused on the shadows were a ebonite demoness comes to life again....
Discarded hellcat makes her entrance into the unknown topography, windows shining all around at the equines of all colors. Daggers mark the rock like flooring, putting her signature there to stay. Locks of inky threads danced across ones facials, having prefered the east side of her bodice. Slowly and carefully, the outcast ingressing around the realm, taking cautions of when andwhom someone spotted her raven pelt. Feeling the slight burn of the moon's light, the demoness slinks back into the shades, watching and waiting for that unknown thing to happen...
Moon beated its light down upon the topography, attempting to light up even the darkest places, trying to reach the jet dove with his light again. Though, the only few that could spot her smokewashed hue were the creatures that slept during the day.. and the devil himself....
Hated By The Black Heart
Doomed Of The Arabian Breeding
Burned Raven Tint Into Ones Flesh
Has Been Cursed Four Harsh Winters
Demoness Is Of Thy Gender
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| Subject: Captive |
Author:
Summer Spirit and Dead As Night
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Date Posted: 10:07:00 03/28/03 Fri
Large grey stallion walks in. Two year old beside him and behind he drags a mare in chains.
Stops, jerking his head to drag the chain as the mare falls, though lifeless, no fight left in her. What was once a white coat now darkened by ash and dirt, she was the captive, forever to live amoung evils.
Stallion looks around, looking for anyone who take the mare, though he would not let her go freely, she held what would make a powerful foal within her.
Colt looks up looking around. he had been dubbed Dead As Night by this steed though born of a good mare, brough up as evil. His coat was of the darkest shade possible, no white on him, if he walked into darkness he would disappear into the unknown. though only youngster at 2 years of age he was already standing taller than his sire at 16hh. His breeding unknown though he was not light weight and could put a lot of power behind anything he done. Some might say a horse born by a good mare could never be truely evil, though he was living proof that they could. Although a broken horse, never know freedom, never know fun or play, only ever knowing how to fight. Though for a evil, he still cared for his mother, like any child would.
mare collapses down onto ground. Dust flicking off coat, a captive for many years of her life and force to produce evil off-spring to create a army of evils. Her fight was lost and although now nad then she would attempt to fight back, most of the time it was in vain. she was of nothing more than 14.2hh and of a young age of six summers. Forever known by all as Summer Spirit. Caught by one evil many years ago and traded around like nothing more than a stone, here for the same reason again, to find a new master who would keep her.
grey steed looks around still before looking back to the mare, no notice taken. Night turns, walking over to dam as head lowers, loving nuzzle to mother, though knowing of no way to help her, not understanding why she wouldn't give into the way of the evil and end her suffering.
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| Subject: FOR ALL YA ROLEPLAYAS OUT THERE... |
Author:
new owner
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Date Posted: 15:44:49 04/27/03 Sun
Come check out an awesome rpg, TONS of space for harems, packs, houses, shops, agencies, YOU NAME IT!! Everything you want come and find it at Pine Ridge!
...Also, if you do you will actually be supporting CM because we have a link back to them on our front page. Lights/darks/neutrals/humans welcome.
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| Subject: *Deep ebony mare canters in queitly* |
Author:
Kirua
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Date Posted: 14:16:49 04/19/03 Sat
Name:Kirua )ki(
Breed:Arabian
Color:Black
Age:6
Gender:mare
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| Subject: Piper gallops in, her eyes a mixture of fury and confusion... |
Author:
Piper
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Date Posted: 22:30:19 04/18/03 Fri
She looks around at the other horses, flicks her black mane out of her eyes. Her black tail whispers in the wind, and her dark obsidian eyes shine. Her arabian face and features give her away, and her dark obsidian coat gleams. >Hello< her voice says. >I have come to join the Evils< She shakes her head and nickers. Her black hooves pound on the beaten earth as she awaits an answer...
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| Subject: i.m.p.u.l.s.i.v.e |
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Sin On Impulse
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Date Posted: 19:20:12 04/11/03 Fri
Ashen seductress enters at four beat cadence. Hell burns behind emotionless pits. A smirk stays etched 'pon beautiful, yet frightening features o' she. Auditives flick this way and that in indecision. One o' th' damned is she; manic and impulsive. Hence her name, Sin On Impulse. Ah, but would this land be able to contain her? 'twould be found out soon enough. Th' vix comes to a decision on where to curse kothers with her presence. Obsidian strike th; ground more quickly as she leaves th' land o' th' newcomers.
Cursed: Sin On Impulse
Called: Impulse
Heritage: Arabian
Stained: Obsidian
Survived: 6 Winters
Birthright: Fatale
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| Subject: *~Even Roses Have Thorns~* |
Author:
Dark Flower
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Date Posted: 00:16:29 04/12/03 Sat
Name:Dark Flower
NickName:Rose
Breed:Shire
Color:Dun w/Black Roses intertwined in mane and tail,Red Rose tattoo on each flank,(rose red orbs)
Age:5
Gender:Mare
You hear a shrill,powerful,attention-demanding neigh from behing you.You see a dun Shire reared up,front legs lashing out violently.Anything that got in the way of her giant hooves was destroyed.She galloped around the terra,dirt and grass flying out from behing the giant black hooves.She commanded everyone's attention as she neighed and snorted,great clouds of steam rising out of her nostrils.A malovent and malicious glint is in her eyes."I'm Dark Flower.And no one will ever forget it!"She galloped off at full speed,going to interrupt more horses with the news of her arrival.
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| Subject: Hush 'lil darling... |
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Hush
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Date Posted: 12:20:44 04/16/03 Wed
Name: Hush
Breed: Unknown
Color: Roan
Age: 7
Gender: Mare
You see a mare canter in, then rear and whinny. She softly sings, "Hush 'lil darling, don't you cry. I'm gonna find you an alibi. And if they don't believe it's true, I'm gonna kill 'em all for you."
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| Subject: ‡If looks could kill‡ |
Author:
Ashes
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Date Posted: 14:35:22 03/31/03 Mon
Name: Ashes to Ashes (Ashes)
Breed: Wild blood
Color: Fleabitten grey
Age: 3 years survived
Gender: Mare
Dark eyes cover the land and a brave heart beats within her chest. As still as a statue, she stands and lets her energy build for a couple moments. Out of the blue, the beautiful mare rears up in front of you, vertical to the horizon, and screams a cry so shrill that it could break glass...
"I'm here..."
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| Subject: Joining |
Author:
Nu Wa
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Date Posted: 06:37:11 04/08/03 Tue
Name: Nu Wa
Breed: Arabian
Color: Black
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
+The young vix trots in, and looks about the terra.+
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| Subject: †Fall with Me† & ¤It. Has.To.Be.Perfect¤ |
Author:
†Spirit of the Fallen† & ¤The.Art.of.War¤
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Date Posted: 12:17:54 04/06/03 Sun
†Youth colt canters into the terra firma at two beat gait. Pillars slow, thus halting the young 'un atop a bluff, o'er looking the territory.†
Spirit of the Fallen
SotF, Fallen
6 months
hellion
pitch
ArabicxMustang
A real leader. Solemn. Not very social. The only one that really understands him is his twin sister.
Painting of War+Fallen Spirit
Twin Brother to The Art of War
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¤Like a velvet curtant, the mist swirls and lifts as the blood soaked bodice melts from the darkness. Pistions slow, halting the filla by her brother. Darkened optics scan the terarera. Reason? None.¤
The Art of War
TAoW, Art[ie], War
6 months
hellioness
Dark slategray
ArabicxMustang
Thinks highly of herself. Cunning. Has a twisted mind. Was the one responsivable for her parents' death. Not that her brother didn't help, but she planned it. Smart-mouthed and sassy. No one can tell her what to do.
Painting of War+Fallen Spirit
Twin sister to Spirit of the Fallen
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| Subject: Heaven didn't want me...Hell was to Afraid |
Author:
Sier
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Date Posted: 11:42:25 04/05/03 Sat
A mare came out of the shadows of the far away cliff. Glowing in the darkness, Indigo paced back and forth. -Her eyes ablaze-
Name:Indigo
Age: 4
Gender:Mare
Breed: Unknown
Color: White
Personality: Evil; loving mother; nice to evils, and occasionally to lights.
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| Subject: Horses of the Green Star |
Author:
Latae
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Date Posted: 20:31:07 04/03/03 Thu
Horses of the Green Star is a brand new Horse RPG. It is a land of horses that have been torn apart by the rulers twins. One is evil and the other is good. Since then the land is in two, the Good and the Evil, and they still fight today trying to gain power over all the land.
Click the picture
~*Latae: Owner*~
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| Subject: MUST READ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
Author:
The Owner
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Date Posted: 18:25:07 03/30/03 Sun
Dear RPGers,
WE HAVE CREATED A NEW RPG WHICH GOES BY THE NAME OF PINE RIDGE. THERE IS TONS OF SPACE FOR WILD HORSES, WOLVES, HAREMS, PACKS EVERYTHING!!! PLEASE VISIT, VERY ACTIVE WITH THE CURRENT MEMBERS, BUT WE ARE LOOKING FOR MORE. CLICK HERE TO GO TO PINE RIDGE!!! PLEASE CONSIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TELL EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!
-The Owner (of Pine Ridge)
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| Subject: .:|GONE|:. |
Author:
Fatality&Finality
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Date Posted: 18:28:18 02/18/03 Tue
You fell upon my deathly blade,
My cry your only serenade,
You didn't know you'd been betrayed,
Fatality and Finality.
Inscriptions on the gravestone: Fatality&Finality
My Dead Body: Apaloosa
Carcass: Gun-steel grey
Carbon Dating: 4 summers
Flowers on the grave: Female
picture:http://ew2.lysator.liu.se/loth/r/e/reep/blackunicorn.jpg
Hochkisser whipping the advancing fossils toward new terra, imprints of the loam behind her stretched for miles. The beasts that nipped her silly were far behind her, learning from experience how the lash and slash of the slave-driver's whipcord felt, and also how the shining, threatening ivories looked. No fly would ever stay would ever stay with her for more than two risings of the sun. They would die before that.
The glossy pelt, deep bergundey ooids, the unshoed hooves, they all had to come from somewhere. A place of haven, where everyone was perfect, that she wasn't, that her father and mother tried to comfort her, to tell her she was enough, how she threw them off, ran away, was captured 6 times and fought out 6 times, how she came here after a attack of wolves, bears and one lion, They were in a blur. Who cared about them, anyway? she neither remembered, nor wanted to remember how she was put upon this place. All she cared about was that she had gotten out of 5 assaults by wild animals to her life, and 6 assaults by humans to her freedom. She knew she was good to go, tough and able, and she was NOT going to go with those two oafs over there!
How stupid. How absolutely stupid. I bet they don't even LOOK at them before they sauntered up and start boasting and inviting the poor mares as their mates. And inviting EVERY MARE here. I would teach them a leasson if they talked to me. In fact, I think I will!
The thoughts formed and reformed in her brain like bubbles bursting, and new ones appearing. Indeed this new world would be a challenge, keeping herself from being sneaked,(which she HAD heard of), finding a herd to have her, trying to out-evil the rest,(as darks may do), a challenge she embraced with open arms. One thing she could not banish from her head was a memory of the "perfect" herd she had lived in. It was always the same, it never had troubles or problems to overcome, it never had virtue. It was not enough for her. The differences were clear to her, and the blurriest thing in the world to her family. She was an obviously evil horse, They were lights, she was mutated in heart and soul, they were perfect. The list went on and on. This place had darks like herself, challenges, it had diversity, it had her attitude(most of it did) and it had her future in its hands. what else could she do but stay?
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| Subject: >>>Run, Run, Run...as fast as you can<<<< |
Author:
>>>Gingerbread<<<
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Date Posted: 14:12:58 03/30/03 Sun
The dark bay vixen prods her daggers upon the once hard ground, that was now mush from the storm. Her nares flared with the scent of unfamiliar bodies. Her silhouette dances upon the puddles of water spread widely amongst this new terra...Will she be accepted by an unsaspecting musculine? Or will she be traded among the brutes? Only time can tell....
Name: >>>Gingerbread<<<
Breed: Mustang mix
Age: 7 summers
Personality: Find out for yourself...
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| Subject: Joining |
Author:
Dark dancer (aka Demon)
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Date Posted: 14:12:49 03/30/03 Sun
Name: Dark Dancer or Demon for short
Breed: Warmblood
Color: Black with no white markings
Age: 5
Gender: Stallion
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| Subject: *~*Care to Tempt Fate?*~* |
Author:
Fate Tempted
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Date Posted: 13:37:53 03/28/03 Fri
Name: Fate Tempted
Breed: Arabian
Color: Black
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
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| Subject: joining |
Author:
BD
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Date Posted: 00:48:31 03/25/03 Tue
Name: Black Death
Breed: Mustang
Color: black with silver hooves and legs
Age: 3
Gender: mare
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| Subject: daredevils player, in please |
Author:
the REAL shroomie
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Date Posted: 18:02:11 03/27/03 Thu
ya know what pisses me off?! when people steal my alias! THATS what pisses me off. Since it seems your just another inactive newbie, i suppose I wont hack you ((and yes, i do know how to hack)) and ill let you go on in your own little inactive way. however if i EVER see MY NAME on any boards that i have not posted on, your one dead loser. come up with your own name. I would choose something like "loser" or "impersonator" or "uncreative" for you. but whatever, your pick.
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| Subject: join . |
Author:
Kusayy (pronounced: Koo Say)
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Date Posted: 23:37:16 03/22/03 Sat
Name: Kusayy
Breed: Arabian
Color: Black
Age: five
Gender: Stallion
Family: Dante's Inferno is his brother
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| Subject: joining |
Author:
Dark Night
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Date Posted: 00:23:59 03/24/03 Mon
Name:Dark Night
Breed:Arabian
Color:Black
Age:4
Gender:Stallion
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Misty black steed enter the meadow. Large feathered hooves misted with moring dew. New to this land yes but to this world not long ago. Domestic blood in his vains yet wild eyes seach for the trusted and true. His looks desive most but his heart is true. His eyes soft yet wild, gleaming coat not tattered. He looks for the one an only the one.
