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Military Leader Drayen
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Date Posted: 09:35:31 10/27/01 Sat
In reply to:
Cassandra FireHeart
's message, "<I> <center> <text color=black> Battle weary" on 19:11:24 10/25/01 Thu
*black shire steed approches, knees travel high to his chest as his breath billows in clouds of fog around his muzle, his rider draws his short, his strong shire head and black mane are tossed into teh air, though he heeds his riders command, the young woman sits upon him, small though firmly built, a warrior... there was no question as to that... her longswrod rested also idle at her side, no clak worn, just the armour of her time, she sat strong and sure upon the massive shire, though she was only 16, her very presence held rank and respect, but not that had gone unearned, deep eyes hold such great depth.. but what you would find.. you would be lost in.. her pure skin held few visable scars, though she was the seasoned warror... well worn boots held fast in the sturrups, hands relaxed upon teh massive stallions neck* Welcome to teh lands of Medevil Times... I am Military Leader Drayen... You are welcome at the good kingdom... *she spoke with respect in her voice, as she would to any noble, no matter how hard they had tunred, she harself had harddened.. though far earlier than anyone should ever have to..*
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