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Date Posted: 08:58:52 07/20/03 Sun
Author: Hell Fire & Demon Dance
Subject: ± Brothers In Arms ±

Stallion of fire races past the border, banner waving proudly from tip to root, like a great bolt of lightning the virle soars over the terra. As the tip of his crania penetrates the true begining of Dog Soldiers' kingdom, movement begins to hault. Dial is rotated behind the primed buck. Beads of sweat stream down the brass hued hide of he, tallons scrapping away a layer of crusted dirt a snort is emitted even as he struggles to capture his breath. The morgan's firey banner is tossed into the air at contact of a single bead of sweat 'pon his snowy blaze. Tassle is whipped in impationce as a second snort is emitted.

Stallion of midnight enters at a stumbling walk behind his twin. Deep emerald pools are cast down, blank like that of a mage deep within a trance. Slowly, gaze is shifted upward to the dominant of the two in a sort of defiant gesture. Fulcrums are once again picked up as the weary male closes the distence between his brother and he. Right forleg is held up as he searches for the famed Dog Soldiers, an ugly scar tracing his shoulder down to his hoof...the only evidence that remained of his victories in a war long past. This stud was mute, not out of physical incapability, but mental. He refused to utter a single word, ever sense the day he joined an army doomed to worse than death. Even with all it behind him, the maws remain locked tight for making a single sound.

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