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Post by Whispering Wind on Jan 19, 2005 11:57:33 GMT -5
A black pony flicked his ears as he cought the sound of Set´s warcry. He remembered last night, the nihgt when he had heard the voices of those wicked murdurers. It has begun |
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Post by Whispering Wind on Feb 1, 2005 12:37:08 GMT -5
Dragon sat there, imagening himself hearing cries from the squre. But other thoughts crossed his mind ... unrealated stuff that he wanted to bash out his brain. Nothing happened, he thought angerly as he saw a image of the purple unicorn dancing trough his mind. It´s embarrassing to admit that I´m in love at all... He opened his eyes suddenly. Perhaps he should get going to the fight down the square? No way.
That voice... Yes, it was true. Someone had sensed him before he was able to act. He would´nt make that mistake again - throwing himself into an unknown enemy could end up with death.
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Post by Whispering Wind on Feb 6, 2005 9:19:09 GMT -5
Fter a while, the screams faded from the square. Dragon decided to elsewere ... but not close to the square. Where was he supposed to go? He had no idea ... but perhaps Starbeam was there ... ((Cont. at the inn))
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