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Post by astoria on May 3, 2006 21:01:34 GMT -5
+The mahogoney tinted steed surveyed his surroundings. This place had adaquate water supply and vegitation. His large frame cast long shadows against the emerald growth squishing lightly beneath his talons. This was the place to go. Apparently other equines resided here but he had yet to see any. He wasn't here to challange, yet. Freedom to all was what he believed in. Oppresive rule can be thrown over by the people. Unless this "Zanzibar" was a tyrant, he could keep his monarchy. His bugle sounded calling this ruler forward as words whispered through the trees. The blood of tyrants washes the tree of liberty.+
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on May 18, 2006 17:56:05 GMT -5
A semi-threatening presence filled the air. Nares tasted challenge
as a stallion's presence towered over his ora. Harks peaked and fell,
pistons walking steadily towards the other brute. A thundering whinny vibrated up his esaphagus and out is' mug. The opposing stud had a regal appearance, but soething shone out from his eyes, not much difference at the hieght, but this one did have a purpose. Perhaps a band would do for him, but he would never step down from his thrown without effort.
Welocome stranger. What may I do for you?His question lingered and he surveyed the motions of the other. His mind had gone on to a better place while he stood, awaiting answers.
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Post by astoria on May 18, 2006 20:37:48 GMT -5
+He hooded eyes sparked at the sight of the ruler. The Code Napoleon, the decleration of rights of man, the declaration of independance, the ideas of Montesquieu, Locke, Voltaire, Wollstencraft, Rousseau, and counless others believed and fought for Liberty. The a General of the French Revolution had his sword engraved to Liberty or death. How could one named after such declerations of so many beliefs keep his under control?+
+If you are, as I suspect, Zanzibar, then you can give me a home.+
+ He had no ambitions as yet. Like the mercenary witch-hunters he would wait and collect evidence. If this steed was fair and just then he can stay. Otherwise an uprising will be in order. The same spark lit his orbs at his thoughts. Crown cocked to one siide he awated an answer. +
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on May 18, 2006 23:12:26 GMT -5
Curiousity filtered his membranes. This stud seemed like the rebel type, but he spoke nothing such. The words sorted themselves and he comprehened them with slight surprise.
A home you ma have and a mare of your own is optional. However, one mare rules above the others, She is known as Briseis, but the others you may choose from. He figured he was being forward, but he may as well lay down the facts. Everything seemed to be straight forward with the new stranger.
And what is thy calling?
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Post by astoria on May 20, 2006 17:10:14 GMT -5
+Revolution, Rev if you prefer, and thank you for the home. He tipped his cranium and, in one swift movement, strode from the edges of socity, into the very heart of it.+
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