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Feb 15, 2006 20:37:05 GMT -5
Post by ricochet on Feb 15, 2006 20:37:05 GMT -5
Ricochet slowly galloped on rocky terrain, hooves drumming out a beat original in itself. His nostrils filled with the morning air as the sun rose slowly out of the East. His mane slightly fluttered in the dawn's light. This, he thought, would be home to him; would be where he started his family. He would be the one who claimed this land. He came to a standstill, and looked around, eyes and ears focused intently on anything that would make this hard for him to accomplish. Finding nothing, the black stallion reared and let out a shrill whistle, claiming the Rocky Canyon that he stood in as his.
Now, he thought to himself, only to find a mare to start off his family.
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