Date Posted:07:42:06 07/25/02 Thu Author: Damestin Subject: ..ticket please..
Hooves echo upon the hallowed ground of this place dubbed 'Necropolis.' Black pelt upon black darkness, the figure of the steed looked just to be an outline of a haunting ghostly figure. Nares flashed crimson as the stallion breathed in the misty air, noting the prescense of another. Plummage flipped once across muscled haunches as he continued into the realm. A low snort escaped him as orbs scanned the horizon. Only the noise of his breathing and the echo greeted him. Still as stone, he watched and waited.
