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Musky body, amber eyes, coat of red. Smokey breath that hangs in the morning air. A full spread of antlers on a glorious head. He is the child of herne the lord of the wild hunt. King of the woods is this stag his roar echoes off the trees, it rings in the air. A challenge to all who enter his domain. He owns his space, he stakes his claim there in the ragged wood.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
The stag
Musky body, amber eyes, coat of red. Smokey breath that hangs in the morning air. A full spread of antlers on a glorious head. He is the child of herne the lord of the wild hunt. King of the woods is this stag his roar echoes off the trees, it rings in the air. A challenge to all who enter his domain. He owns his space, he stakes his claim there in the ragged wood.
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
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