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Post by ♥ Mystic ♥ on Mar 19, 2007 15:56:19 GMT -5
Snow were melting, the ground were wet and slick. The
air was chilly, but that didn't bother a black and white paint
stallion. With swift movements and careful steps. He trotted
into the 'garden'. He slowed to a brisk walk, his mane and
tail swayed around him. His eyes scanned the empty land.
It didn't look empty at all, there were little creatures here
and there. The snow was half gone, the tree branches had
melting ices, which made a small pool of water below them.
The stallion drew in a deep breath of the crisp air, then blew
out.
He could see his own breath as it faded away in the air.
He walked to a hill the was center in the middle, giving view
of the whole land. He made his way up, his muscles rippling,
as he halted on the top. His head was held high, his mane
flew around him. This is the land, this was the land he was
going to rule.
" I, Zinfandel, will be the king of this land! Whoever
dissagree with this, step forward or move away. "
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