.|This is How The ~Clock Works|.

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Clockwork galloped ferociously over the jaden land. His hooves tore at the terra, ripping the ground from it's hold. Clods of grass and mud flung up behind the flame dunked stallion. Neck low, ears melted to his head in a threatening manner. The stallion easily tipped eighteen hands. He knew this land was rich and lushious. Full of jaden stalks of grass, and glittering pools of clear water, enough to sustain many mares. Clockwork intended on having many, if this colt, was lucky enough, Clockwork might be kind enough to allow him beta position, but, that was most unlikely. The stallion slowed as he reached the crest of one of the many rolling hills. A battle cry escaped his lungs purposfully. The neigh traveled for neverending distances, calling the leader, telling this colt, he was ready to fight.

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Clockwork reared, striking the air again, if the colt whom owned this land did not appear within the day, tomorrow, Clockwork would own his own land.

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Numaric Light cantered into the land. He had just arrived back from his battle with Desore. He looked at the new stag. May I ask waht you want? He asked politely as he looked over the new stag. He noticed that Clock wanted a fight, he was just a yougster, unlike Numaric Light who had been in a few fights before. He would have the upper hand. Numaric Light grinned at the prospect of an easy battle.

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Easy? Anything but. Clockwork, yes, may be young, but this gave him swiftness, and Clockwork had developed an early stage of quickness, and a deathly accurate kick. Clockwork had anything but failed in life, he had a wonderful mare, and now he was determinded enough to get a land where he and his matriarch could reside in peace, and at Fire's request, he had decided that Emerald Hills was the best choice. As the weakling approached, Clockwork's muscles tensed, so the elder had come out from hiding and decided he could handle a beating "what I want? It's quite easy to tell, eh colt?" The flame dunked patriarch smirked. Without giving the weakling time to think, Clockwork pawed the ground several times, leaving a deep indention, "I'll meet you in Fighting Valley." With that said, he swept low in a bow, returned to the standing position, turned and left the terra, headed towards the fighting cove.