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Post by cowgurlup0522 on Apr 25, 2013 14:20:10 GMT -7
Rowtag
Back in dark lands this volcanic stallion was. He'd returned back to Helladius seeking a home, as much pride as that hurt have to come to a stallion's territory to ask for refuge and be a valuable resource to his herd. Oh good grief, he could heard it now from this young stallion he'd soon be meeting, but he didn't care. And neither should little Ghost Lock show much cornern of him taking over his lands or stealing mares out from under his nose. No, this older stag had some respect when it came to those things.
Onyx cranium lowered to the earth and ate on a few blades of grass. Swallowing them, he raised his head up, and red orbs looked around the terra, seeing no one, but plenty of evidence that others have been around recently, and he figured the owner of these lands was around somewhere. He took in a deep breath, and he bellowed out into the atmosphere, requesting his presence. He let out s snort, auds and orbs keen on waiting for a response or for him to just show up.
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