| Subject: /\ If I Can Just Hold On /\ |
Author: Narcoleptic Confession [ Edit | View ]
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Date Posted: 12:11:00 10/28/02 Mon
*soundly built ghostly looking stud picks his way over the terrain, snorting sharply at the scent of spilt blood and death. It seemed to lingure in the air and fill his nostrils with it's rancid fragrance. Ears laced flat against his silvery mane, he rose slightly, pawing at the air in both pride and rage.* Camelot! You little weasle! Get your pathetic hide over here and fight me, you coward. *hooves meeting the dirt once more, he kicked up the dirt around him, snorting this time in anger* I, Narcoleptic Confession, challenge Camelot... to the death. No powers or powerplaying. You can not deny me this challenge, so c'mere and just die like a good little jack ass.
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