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Date Posted: 14:58:02 10/08/03 Wed
In reply to:
Jurassic Park
's message, "__-Unleased-__" on 20:40:12 10/07/03 Tue
:satan.himself:
:the sinewy stallion stood quietly, unmovable force of power. his small red rimmed audials didn't twitch as usual, and all his attention was placed on the palo before him. it was not usual to find one of her quality, no, it wasn't an every day ordeal. the other steed's words were muffled, but hers were magnified. he watched her with a quiet and cool aura of strength radiating from him.his back appeared charcoal at the moment,but it was only decieving. if he stepped into the shadows, it would be the palest ivory. it was very unevident that he was, indeed, the son of the shires except in his excessive firey feathering and banners. he snorted, awaiting his turn for speech. snorting impatiently, he shot a look at the others that seemingly said, 'shutup.' 'finally' he thought with vice. "hello, firelight. i currently have no place to call my own, for none hath tamed me. where is this valley depression you speak of? i ,sadly, have never been to it. you may call me dark, or shadow if you please." he stated simply, a controlled expression sticking to his features. he knew not of the others, and if thy could be trusted with something as personal as ideas or feelings.there lay no doubt in his mind that if a battle should arise for the maiden, that he wouldn't emerge victorious. not cocky, just immensly confident. and it wasn't like he was in this for the position or popularity, if he was, he would've just asked for them:
:dark.shadow:
:beware.of.shadowsXdark.flower:
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