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Post by FalconX on Jul 12, 2008 10:38:28 GMT -5
Watching as the young mare left the lands Ruban sighed. Heaving himself up onto all four of his stilts he raised his crown in the air. Parting his maw slowly he whispered. "Jazul, where are you" Turning and walking slowly out of the desolate area the great stallions glistening coat no long shined. The sun hid itself behind a large floating cloud. Sprinkles of rain started to pour down on Ruban. His tresses now soaked and plastered to his muscular hide. "Jazul!" The mournful cry echoed over the entire valley. Spinning around he raced off the terra. He would find her.
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Post by Kallispell on Jul 12, 2008 11:14:03 GMT -5
As Lyera walked, rain poured down. It soaked her. Her mane was plastered to her neck. She disliked the rain very much. 'I have to get out of here' she thought. Lyera heard Ruban's cry. She could also sense hoofbeats pounding over the land. That must be Ruban. No, she was going to ignore Ruban's words. She was going to find Jazul and make sure she know's who's looking for her. Lyera got into a full gallop, heading twards the coastline. She was going to the mountain. Even if the sky appeared to be very unpromising.
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