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 Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 5:19 am
  Hania Shen wandered through the forest before stopping at a gravestone he found on one of his other travels. He stared at the words on it some not sure what it said too much since the words were almost worn off the stone. He didn’t know what to do today to be honest. He didn’t have anything planned and it was mid-morning. Too early to tell. He walked lightly on the ground flicking his mane over his shoulder every so often to stop it from making his back itch. He walked out into the open field and looked about wondering if there was something interesting that he could find.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 12:45 pm
 Oh where, oh where could Hania be? Oh where, oh where, could he be?~ Sing songed a bright blue stallion within the confines of his mind as he pranced through the dark woods of his new found home.
This place was perfect. It had a small graveyard for Hania to tend to, and trees with foliage so thick that even during the brightest days, sunlight has trouble breaking through. But more importantly, to Enitan, the trees were friendly.
For hours he could lean against one of the trees' sturdy trunks and just talk without interruption. Or listen. These trees loved to speak with him.
But it wasn't trees he wanted to talk with right now. Right now, he wanted to talk with Hania.
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