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Post by zara on Apr 1, 2013 18:31:28 GMT -5
ACTEREX The stallion heaved his body forward on his pillars of white and brown. Making his way around the mountain and the rough terrain he let out a battle-cry. Nostril flared, he came to a trot when he entered the prosperous valley. The trees and grass blades swayed in the passing wind. He shifted his weight into the air on his hind quarters. Calling into the air, he claimed the land for him and his herd in the making. He cantered around brushing up against the trees, and scenting the land declaring that it was his.
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