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Post by ~Forgotten and Forever Alone~ on May 12, 2008 22:02:57 GMT -5
Deamon galloped along a lake, the crystal water was encanting. He wanted this to be his home. So far he had found no herd, so this must be free land.
He skidded to a stop, and rose on his hind legs, letting a long call leave his maw.
'Twas a claiming call.
And now this land was rightfully his. [/color]
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