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#114
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Rosekitten
Thorns and Claws
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Her ears went back hearing the yell as she suddenly smirked. "Aye it might be, but at least I do not take refuge as my fellows are bloodied among the corpse littered field." The horse seemed to understand the tongue spoken as it let out a soft neigh mixed with a snort to represent a laugh.
She wouldn't say damn Rebel's seeing as her role was to gather information until her leaders time to strike had come. Besides she had better things to do then to cross words with some misguided soul who was cowering inside of a tent.
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Posted 07-26-2011, 12:19 AM
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