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06-26-2012, 04:14 PM
![[Image: tortable.png]](http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/8618/tortable.png) A glimmer of gold flashed into the World's Edge. A rather bouncy paint stallion and his brown dragon danced in and out of the trees, a merry sight rarely seen in this woodland. Torasin looked about his surroundings, he had never entered the Edge before and something about it seemed off. Even now every bone in his body was screaming against him going any further. Pale mane floated in the air as Torasin shook the nonsense from his head. It didn't do too much to help his resolve that Kiba was sending unsure emotions his way. The brown, who so often flew on ahead, remained near Tor's side. His keen senses cast about their surroundings. Trotting slowly turned into a walk as Torasin became a little more cautious. Determined to obtain his magic from the Sun God, the paint revised his speech again. |
