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Post by anyana on Nov 28, 2007 15:40:16 GMT -5
the cold shakes me, the power of it kills anything near me.. all foes will certainly die! a friend will be warmed by my hearth, tough not when they try to hit it... a devostating thing, surrounding anyone with cold and death... this poem is about a special attack of me , but wich? *this one is easy* gues and win a prize!! *you musn't say the regular spell/type opf attack whatever but how i call it in my special way
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