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09-16-2012, 02:11 PM
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V A R A T H
What do they do with your soul? Is it just lying there, busted? The young colt was frustrated. He had not seen anything to do with the plague in ages, and all the unicorns he had met were weird. Vadim was continually nearly screwing things up, and thought he loved his brother dearly, he needed some time alone. So, he had picked his way south to the beach, his mane ruffled by the wind. The colt did not feel joy in the breeze or the way his solid hooves scuffed against the sand. All the world around him was simply tool, objects to be bent to his will and purpose. Suddenly, and charcoal figure raced by, and the tall, yearling colt snort in surprise, his dual crimson and silver eyes watched her tear off down the beach with an orange dragon in tow, but she did not seem to be running for any reason. Why was she running then? He narrowed his eyes and flashed his tail around his fetlocks. With a wary gaze, he pushed his body into a powerful trot, graying body sliding easily over the sand. Where was she going? She allowed the dragon to land on her back even though she had a horn, and he found that strange. Apparently its name was Tallis, and she was running for fun? He furrowed his brows and inhaled deeply, puffing up his chest. Some dragon and filly would not intimidate him! "See a ghost?" he asked, walking up to the filly proudly. She was cute. He stopped, neck lifted high in the air. exc.hu
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