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Post by karee28 on Mar 26, 2007 17:08:22 GMT -5
The snow demon hurried onto the darken slops of the rocky surfaced Tarnished Moutains. He reared his muscular body into the air and a roar erupted from his deathly voicebox. He shouted into the surrounding area that he was King of the Moutains and if anyone Mare or Stallion tried to change that, there would not only be a war but a death sentance. His daggers peirced the cold night air and pounded down atop the black ice crushing it with his mighty hooves. His orbs scanned the hills and a sickening sneer enveloped his kissers as he saw the hills were deserted and had been for eras. He galloped along the ice dareing it to slip him and waited to be crowned king.
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Post by Charontes on Mar 27, 2007 9:53:46 GMT -5
ACCEPTED! Thread is now locked. I advise you to start gathering herd members. And if you wish to make an alliance with Charontes, then you must speak to him in person.
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