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Post by zeltwix™ on Mar 28, 2008 6:01:16 GMT -5
Daggers moved quickly upon the earth, her thorns were rested a top her head. She was not angry, annoyed, irritated. Ok. Maybe she was, just a little bit. She sighed, pillars moving slowly over the hard earth floor. She was done being alone, she liked being alone, but without a herd she would die. As crania moved so did her twin pools. She would pick the stag that she wanted to go with. She would not let a stag force her to join his herd. Whipcord swished behind her, getting at the annoying bugs landing on her rump. Those pesky things never learned how to stop. Her forelocks hung over her occuli, but it did not affect her in any way. The sun shined off her russet coat, as her daggers pushed in and out of the earth.
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