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Post by camino on Sept 5, 2008 15:26:12 GMT -5
The handsome stag snorted. He was in mares country now, almost felt embarrsed he had to be claimed.
Veins pounded out of his neck and head from the long run before. He grew up on the other, unknown side of Isola DEi DEi. He learned many different langueges, such as FRench, Italion, Welsh, and Gullah.
He learned them because he knew the ladies loved a man that could speak other langues. It made them sound smart, not that he already wasn't.
A bird flew up to him. He knew this bird well, a old Falcon that had flown in 10 years ago from Africa. It was he who had tought Risque Gullah, and they where grand friends.
"Why's yunna in mare claiming if yunna a stag?" THe falcon asked, looking at the stag.
"Yunna must'n be claimed one day tor anader." Risque spoke with pride, rolling in self pride. He could speak other langueges! Haha!
"Well I yunna happy to be free till i fool. Gave up my position at da Falcon nest." The Falcon said. Risque cocked his head.
"Yunna mustn gie up yunna's rank." He spoke, a bit dissapointed.
The falcon let his wings spread. He gave a nod and flew off, leaving Risque confused. He wanted the best for his friend. Sighing, he trotted around aimlessly, bored.
He stopped and stood, and waited. And waited.
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Post by .r e e d. on Oct 12, 2008 9:42:56 GMT -5
Quixtant came upon to this stag. "Hello. You here to be claimed, eye?" his english accent showed. His wounds showed, freshly from a fight. "Come on then, you be rightfully placed in me new herd, a beautiful life you will live if ya come." he spoke, with almost a fench accent. "I am Quixtant, God of, Terra De Mafia. Freshly battled, and killed the other God," a smile appered on his maw,"you be evil? Or not? If not, be on ya're way." he spoke again. He waited for his reply.....
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