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[CHICKEN CRAZY1]

Moon Raven didn't look up from grazing. "Do I look worried to you?"

Devil sighed. "With all the questions I thought I was." he shot her the comeback.

 

[ShinShien]

Devil sighed. "With all the questions I thought I was." he shot her the comeback.

"You're a strange stallion. Of course I would ask questions," Moon Raven said. "You don't even know my name. Neither do I know yours."

 

[CHICKEN CRAZY1]

"You're a strange stallion. Of course I would ask questions," Moon Raven said. "You don't even know my name. Neither do I know yours."

"I'm Plunder." He felt inclined to leave out the rest. Devil ate more.

 

[Perfect Polish]

Storm looked up to see Zachorzi running toward her.

 

[ShinShien]

"I'm Plunder." He felt inclined to leave out the rest. Devil ate more.

"Moon Raven," said the perlino mare.

 

[ShinShien]

Storm looked up to see Zachorzi running toward her.

(he is?)

Zachorzi stopped, his nostrils to the wind. He stomped impatiently, mashing the grass underhoof.

 

[CHICKEN CRAZY1]

"Moon Raven," said the perlino mare.

The black stallion looked up. "I see." he said.,thinking her mother must have been sarcastic to name her daughter Raven. "You have a stallion?" he asked.

 

[ShinShien]

The black stallion looked up. "I see." he said.,thinking her mother must have been sarcastic to name her daughter Raven. "You have a stallion?" he asked.

"No, I don't," Moon Raven said. "I do have an explanation for my name, however. I'm the lone survivor of twins. My twin was black; she died at birth. We were to be Moon and Raven. I ended-up bearing both our names."

 

[Perfect Polish]

( He and yates were together and they both caught scent of a mare and zachorzi ran off so i made storm infront of him.)

Storm looked up and shook her bay coat. Her beautiful white bald face gleaming in the sun.

 

[ShinShien]

( He and yates were together and they both caught scent of a mare and zachorzi ran off so i made storm infront of him.)

Storm looked up and shook her bay coat. Her beautiful white bald face gleaming in the sun.

Zachorzi whinnied, listening for an answering whinny. When he heard nothing, he galloped off again, searching. His bay coat was lost under a coating of mud, thanks to his habit of running through puddles.