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Post by fallenangel on Jun 3, 2006 8:50:00 GMT -5
Chosen daggers clipped that of new sod. The new Lady of Alliance had arrived. Plume waved high as the ess crossed the loam. She had already scanned over the terras that she now ruled. Once her lord showed then she would be able to fulfill all that she had hoped for. She never imagined in her wildest dreams that she would be a ruler yet here she stood, still in disbelief.
Once her lord came upon the land she would begin. She wanted a life. She had such high hopes. She hoped that everything she dreamed for would come true but she just couldn't forsee the future. With all the havoc Flint had caused lately she didn't know what to expect.
Delicate pillars carried her roan bodice further into her new home. It seemed incomplete without the chosen stallion to become her love. It seemed wrong to her that someone else should choose her love. She wouldn't complain. She was happy and if that ment a chosen stallion she would gladly take that chance.
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