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Post by disaster on Jul 13, 2005 0:47:54 GMT -5
A dun mare slwly creeps through the tall tress. breathing slowly, but deeply. the thirst for blood arose
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Post by disaster on Jul 13, 2005 14:25:28 GMT -5
she stood still for a long time. then she heard a very slight motion. she smiled and tensed her muscles. another step forward from her prey gave her the signal. she thrust up her front legs and used her powerful hind legs. she flew back to her left and the doe started for a run. she landed on the ground with a loud hough and took a long stride. the doe was right ahead. she leaped up and crashed her jaw into the back of the doe's neck. she struggled a it as she dusted to a halt and thrust the doe to the ground. weak the doe couldn't get up and then she slowly raised her hoof, and pounded it not the doe's throat. she grabbed it with her teeth with a strong hold on its flesh. proudly the dun dragged it back to her new herd
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