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Post by royalstandard on Feb 26, 2006 14:33:09 GMT -5
Death Child beat his fury on the ground. He tore at the grass, ripping the tender roots from the ground. He tossed his mane, causing it to ripple out behind him like a wave of anger.
He reared up on his hind legs, pawing angrily at the air. He fell back onto all four pillars and began to run. He glided through the air, his evilness emanating from his body like waves. He tore through bushes, trampled plants and smaller animals.
He came out onto a cliff and reared onto his hind legs again, daring the world to take him on.
He wanted a mate, someone to take as his own. He was selfish and wanted something as his, to control. He beat his hooves again, sounding his frustration once more.
"Come to me..." he trailed off, calling out to the wind, to a mate.
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