[I saw that you were leaving and i hate to see you go :( but possibly eblis has always had his eye on this place and i don't know how you want to work it out you could battle him or something or if i missed you already idk :/ i feel like a jerk haha ]

sorry to see you go,
but its a new time
a new age.
& there needs to be
a new sherrif in town.


Daggers dragged upon the valleys rugged terrain, nights had passed
since the return of the ebon steed. His return meant a new page had
turned in his life and therefore a new beginning in this world of hoofbeat.
His onyx tendrals flowed alongside his flanks, and his foutain like ebony
mane ran alongside his muscled sleek toned neck. His muscles rippled
under his charchol pelt, and cold ice crystalines peered out from under
a waterfall of dark tendrals placed upon his crown between his sculpted
audits. His latent pools peered out from under those tendrals as his
daggers made their way through the valleys soul, a snort escaped
his nosels.

"I have come to challenge you, if you do not come to meet me upon
the battlgrounds of the mountain I shall call this land my own. Hopefully
I will see you soon, Rogan." His kissers bellowed upon the lands as
his peircers halted beside a ruseling[sp?] stream. See you then..