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11-18-2012, 10:57 AM
Azzaron flicked his ears towards a mare. He noted her palomino dapple coat. His own coat was a vibrant palomino color. He scanned the mare's body. He had not seen her before. She had no horn or wings, and Azzaron snorted heavily. He walked towards the mare, trying not to scare her for she looked deep in thought. "Hello. I believe I have not seen you before."Azzaron was not the best at being a gentleman, and so he just bowed his head at the mare. "Crossing paths is most unusual for a little mare like yourself."Azzaron more or less was older than the mare. She had a younger stature. Azzaron kept his wings tucked at his sides, hiding his mark. He waited for the mare to speak.
OOC:
Word Count: 129
OOC:
Word Count: 129
"When you grow old, you will die and rot on the ground,
Other horses will dance when you all crumble, when your kingdom falls.
When your crowns break."
Other horses will dance when you all crumble, when your kingdom falls.
When your crowns break."
