sol
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Dec 17, 2007 1:51:37 GMT -5
Post by sol on Dec 17, 2007 1:51:37 GMT -5
Large round dapple grey hooves slapped the dry dirt making mini dust clowds round his hooves.Eyes rolled as he stood next to a squire the steed was large in stature bred for war to run oppents into the ground. The lime cloth covering his body waverd in the wind as a small gust of wind came his way.Another horse stood down the other end which was a large black shire ridden by one of the dukes who floated round in this kingdom.The dapple grey took a step backward as an amoured man mounted onto his back who was handed a poll.The perchon snorted sharp cruel hands took a hold of his reins."Ready m'lord" asked the squire who only got the reply of victor shutting his helm and holding his horses reins tight wich made the large horse side step and nearly flatten the boy.Victor nodded to the starter,the flag swooped down the large horse reared into a gallop thundering down the lane heading towards the shire.A clash of poles the duke was on the ground his steed trying to escape the squire and other men.The stallion reard in victory.Victor raised his helm smirking riding towards the fallen man "better luck next time" which was said with sarcasiem.Victor rode to the end of his lane waiting to be approached by his next apponient.
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