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Post by hughjackman1 on Feb 20, 2008 21:16:07 GMT -5
Darius crept through the lands ahead. He had seen it all but still yearned for a new start, that is when he came upon where a war had struck, where his life took that rude turn. His owner was shot down and left for dead. In the dessert none the less. He looked at all the waves in the sand that had once held so much pain and memories. It killed him to see it but he wanted this place his home. As sick as it may sound this place made him smile on the good times they camped here.
He searched around to where the spot was he left his man and saw the area, making his way over he looked and saw the death that had come in this god forsaken land.
Darius softly hinted a tear to his old friend and then he marched on to see if yet there was anyone else here that might have over taken the area before he got there. A swift kick in the ground would tell him everything. A smile passed his face when there was no reply and then that is when are where he granted this as his home. Though lack of life they could live here. In a peace amongst them all, where no predator would ever think to look.
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Fallen Soldiers
This dry desert once held a war by man. This desert also being the place where the lead lost it all. His home at once but then it was gone in mad killing rage. It is hard to find water. the strong come here to get stronger, the weak come here where no enemy will, where those who are lost really are lost and no lies spoken. A free place to race the sands and find yourself.
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