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Post by ||Spade on Aug 19, 2007 16:26:46 GMT -5
t Hooves plopped slowly against the ground, the homeless stallion in no obvious rush to get anywhere. A snort escaped the stallions nose as he rose his head to the sky, instinct telling him to sniff...But he found no other stallion. He found no other mares, merely himself and a large valley. Letting a nicker ring throughout the land, he rose onto his hind legs for only a moment, before picking up into a trot, inspecting the area to make sure he wasn't fooled.
After a few moments, a small nicker escaped his mouth again, now one of a joyus scream. Rising onto his hind legs, he kicked out at the air, throwing his multi-hued mane...Silver was living his dream, making a herd.
o t h e r;;
Name;; Amber Feilds
Land Discription;; Amber Feilds are...Amber feilds. Rolling plains of golden grass are what you see, no matter where you enter. After seemingly endless travel, there is a thick tree line. If you make it past this, there is a large valley, that trails out to the left and a small stream. The grass here is green, and plentiful.
Lead Stallion;; Silver and Gold
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