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Post by lirael on Dec 25, 2006 15:04:58 GMT -5
The humans have fled the area after a sweep of disease, do to the carelessness of their kind. However, you and you kin, as horses and other animals, are immune to this disease that has killed of many of the two-leggers. Time in these parts seems at a standstill.. but you trek onward.. Before your eyes unravels a mystery in itself, open lands, new alliances, ready for the taking, ready for battle, ruling, love, death, hate, depression, dissapointment. There's a crunch, and underneath you is a contraption of some sort, with twelve little scribbles and uneven arms that were turning only a moment ago. You hesitate. What path will you take, when every hooffall lies a track? liritard.proboards98.com/index.cgi[[Dark, Light, Neutral, and Rogue horse RPG]]
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