Post by aggiegirlwv2010 on Jun 25, 2009 17:25:59 GMT -8
Birds fly from their perches as Jab thunders on to the peninsula of Neliae. He whinnies loudly calling for his master with no return answer. He skids to a stop on a ridge. He lowers his handsome neck to the ground and raises it again to smell the sea air. He sags his shoulders and mutters "This will do."
(J A B CLAIMS HIS LANDS!!!! WOO!
)
(J A B CLAIMS HIS LANDS!!!! WOO!
)