A great many a horse 'ave fallen from slightly wrong footing. One 'o t'was chosen by the devil 'imself. THe brute lost 'is footing barely but fell. 'E 'ad not fallen far when 'e found 'imself back on solid ground. 'E 'twas to rule these cliffs as 'is own.
Date Posted:16:54:26 04/27/02 Sat
Daggers carry fatale into thy turf. Dial is thrown, making ebon mane scatter. Lobes pin. Soil is disturbed as femme awaits...
Date Posted:13:25:48 04/26/02 Fri
†The dark vix'n trots o're and nudges 'er brother remembering the day she t'was exiled from 'er fathers land and came to stay with an over protective brother. She wanted to stay 'ere anyway though "I'm off to find a mate of my own you might not want one but, I do"†
Date Posted:13:22:06 04/26/02 Fri
¥The dark brute remembers the day upon which 'e 'ad been chosen now 'e 'ad come back to rule what t'was rightfully 'is by the name of the devil. 'E rears and snorts stomping a big 'oof. 'E looks around it t'would be time to go find a resident or two. besides 'is sister.¥
