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s.lave
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Fit for a King
« Thread Started on Mar 8, 2006, 4:23pm »

Show me my fate... I think Im ready...

Solid legs of muscal and strength, made the stallion stop. His eye peered from the mist of the south. The land he called 'his'. What he wanted was mucg less, yet wound up a king. His mind still blurry, but incontroll. As the stallion called Slave walked closer to his land. He stopped, peering into the shadows, and mist that surrendored him. Lifeless casted apon him. He peered to be standing still, just watching. Nothing less, nothing more. His head never moved, the strong noble look never stopped. He never did a thing.. In seconds of minutes. He stod there, then shaking his head screamed with loud vocals. His call was hard and crisp.. His head prest against his chest. The sound made him strong and keen sounding.. But when it really boiled down, he was nice and stern.. Mixed in one.

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Call Me: Slave
Rank: King of the South
Curse Me: Mixed blood
Mold Me: Stallion
Spin Me: 2 Years
Love Me: No one

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