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Post by Stormchaser*|*Thunderstruck on Oct 10, 2005 8:00:55 GMT -5
The great indigo stag stood out along the beach, lean muscle and sinew rippling beneath his canvas. Daggers left a deep imprint in the damp gold, as he slowed to look about. The forest was well off, but there was plenty of grass, which was always important. The only thing that got him was fresh water. He saw no source, and it worried him. Sure, he could survive on the salt water from the ocean, but could others? He had no knowledge of this. Solitude had its drawbacks. The pale scars over platform and mask shone against his pelt, as he turned to take a closer look. Threebeating to the forest, he found what he was looking for; a small stream, winding about the tree's trunks. So there was water also. This was his place then. Muscular frame lifted from the earth in a high rear, doubling his height, making it hard not to see him, as he screamed a challenge to any intruders. He was going to keep this terra, even if it meant fighting for it.
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Post by •Shadow•Sky Song• on Oct 11, 2005 4:35:26 GMT -5
accepted
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