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Joined: May 2004 Gender: Female  Posts: 79 Karma: 0 |  | Wild Thyme (neutral) « Thread Started on Mar 22, 2007, 8:33pm » | |
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Grace was not something that was blessed to Thyme at birth. She was aged 8 years, but her large frame decided she would not be the one to develope skills of simpley walking. Feathers eloped and dragged from her legs. They hadnt grown long, thankfully. Years of traveling had also thinned them out, much like her short tail. It had been snagged and beaten by the elements. But, she would be fine without it. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, on the outside. Did she need to keep herself proper to find a harem? No.
The fields were scare with the amount of mares around the land plot. With a sigh, the large belgian mutt mare looked around. She was driven towards Neutral, with alittle bit of the paths of life laced into her veins. She prefered her own path, not one set before her. Thyme cocked a chestnut hip, large blaze on her face being able to grab anys attention. It was alost haloed in the darker clouded sky.
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