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Once_More_Unto_The_Breach
I_am_Twiggy
It was a warm summers evening, Loatas wandered through the cornfield as the sunset He was hunting deer so he was walking as quietly as he could, stalking the poor, doomed beast . He strung his bow, drew an arrow and slowly walked forward to the animal, it was a stag, 17 hand high and with eyes that seemed to be blood red off