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Post by derea on Dec 21, 2006 20:04:54 GMT -5
Derea's hooves fell silently among the brown grass. The smells overwhelmed her nares. It was beautiful to her. The fog was welcoming, hiding her sleek figure. This land would now be hers. Derea let out a piercing whinny letting everyone know.
I now claim this land.
Her voice echoed across the empty land. It bounced back to her. It was sort of eerie, but she liked it like that....
She traveled across her newfoundlands. Her hoof beats thundered as she galloped from each boundry line. She was familirizing herself with the lands. While checking to see if any intruders had come. Her mane flew widly in the wind. Her muscles ripple under her well gleamed coat. The horn glimmered in the little sunlight that there was. Coming to a brisk halt ontop of a small hill she studied the land. If you were to see the picture it would be beautiful. A black alicorn standing atop a hill, her tail and mane blowing in the slight breeze. From her stance you could tell she would be a powerful leader and a good one at that.
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