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Post by .:: Reeker on Aug 2, 2007 20:58:44 GMT -5
He walked inot the land, letting dark daggers of tan color lead him through. His ebony orbs were keeping look out for others, others that could harm his chanve of claiming this land, this meadow. This land will do..... he thought outloud. Reeker, as he was known, set off twards a sound his harks picked up. What could it be he thought. He came up to it, it was some ducks playing in a small creek, but when Reeker got closer, they flew inot the air, disapering slowing into the sky.
He lowerd his skull, pushing his kissers into the liquids movments. It was cool and clear. Just right for Reeker. He started to sip up some water. Lifting hi skull, water drops fell from his whiskes back into the creeks. He licked his lips and turned his attention to the grass. He walked over to it and took a tast. It was good. Very good to Reeker. He knew this is it, this is his home now, for he and his faes.
He lifted his skull, nw that he was replentished. I am Reeker. This Is my land! he neighed outloud for all to hear. He was strait and plain with his words. He didnt think there was any need to be all fancey and high about it. He was just claiming his land, thats was it. He looked to the west, then to the east. He was home now. Never to be that shallow homeless brute again.
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Post by Critter on Aug 2, 2007 23:24:39 GMT -5
((There are actually leader tryouts but this will work too. Accepted))
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Post by .:: Reeker on Aug 3, 2007 0:34:46 GMT -5
oh....you mean, thease arnt lands to claim.....hehe...sorry, but ill be a leader ^_^ thanks
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