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Post by .::.Hoops.::. on Aug 17, 2006 14:35:55 GMT -5
-Prison gates won't open up for me- -On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'- -Oh, I reach for you-
The wind roared hiding any sounds of a creature. But in the lush brush lurked a stallion. Big draft like pistons stepped from the trees followed by well toned pillars, and atop the pillars rested the ebony form of Altador. His long banner was whipped around, like a rag doll, in the powerful winds. Twin harks swiveled atop the stags dial as he listened for any others. He couldn't tell all he could hear was the whistle of the wind. Finally he decided that the realm was probably free for the taking and released his own call of claimance. Even with the wind it was a powerful call ringing through the realm.
-Well I'm terrified of these four walls- -These iron bars can't hold my soul in- -All I need is you- -Come please I'm calling'- -And oh I scream for you- -Hurry I'm Fallon', I'm Fallon'-
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