Post by kallinga on Apr 30, 2009 7:55:29 GMT
The great liver chestnut cantered into Yarraman's Valley. His dark red coat glistened in the morning sun and he flexed his muscles expectantly. Kallinga, King of the High Country. Had a great ring to it. Kallinga was determined to find this so-called King and take him down. He had hte strength, he knew, but did he have the skill? He never fought for mares or land, his mares came from nowhere and he continually roamed, watching for brutal stallions and, perhaps, beautiful fillies. Now he waited for the great black to make his presence known, and start the battle of a lifetime. It would be like Yarraman versus the Brolga all over again, but with Tingara being the one killed.
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