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Vocal cords sing through 'er
lips, lyrics and songs pouring into the blessed air. Breathing in the scent
of horses, the new blades of grass... spring. Her hands are smooth, as she
rides an Arabian mare, jaunty and white, as 'er mount dances to a two beat.
Her lips twist into a wry smile, as she saw the combat between the two wild
stallions. She whistled, drawing the lead stallion's attention to the
intruder. Her heart had just conveniently melted for Nightblade and that
Shadowed Heaven. If she had to choose, she'll take Nightblade. But that
pinto was nice too. Her elven ears poked out of her dark black hair, as she
spoke softly through her mind. Hello?
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Call me Rage for my
name belongs to me alone.
The demon cursed me a girl, and naught a boy.
They say I'm sometimes cold but sweet and happy but
bold and yet sensitive.
My love for creatures is strong, for I am sociable.
I've breathed for seventeen summers.
I belong to no-one
I hold the gift of the elves in my hand.
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