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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 8:32 pm
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Atum's blue orbs survaid the land from his new hight apon a hill top. Everything changed so fast, it seemed like only yesterday that he was a carefree foal tagging along with his older brother or mother. Now, he was as big as they were. Stuff that ment nothing to him as a foal now ment everything. He sighed as he thought of his youth, though he was still a young adult. Now he could start his life, or as his mother put it, 'capter the heart of a mare with your voice of love.'...There was time for that later, he was a budding stallion. Flying time was now.
Suddenly he went off in a fast gallop, heading off the side of the hill. Gracefully he opened his wings to the moving air. It was an odd feeling, for sure, but it was nice all the same. He jumped a little, flapping his black and white wings trying to sore up into the air...Before crashing down back to earth and tumbling half-way down the hill. Atum grumbled at his failuer agian. The blue and gold braids of his hair covered his view from the outside world, if he couldn't see them he hope they wouldn't see him! Deciding to take a break from his praticing, the stallion remained laying on the soft grass of the hillside. How did papa and brother make this look so easy all the time?
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:19 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 6:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 7:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 3:42 pm
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