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J'adore smiled slyly, 'No I don't think you mother would apreciate that'. He thought for a moment, 'You wanna know what the worst thing I did was then? I ran away'. He stuck his tongue out and smile mockingly. 'Betcha can't top that!' He had ran no more than a mile away as a child, he was a little younger than Ayasha when he had. He had ran in the direction of Lisbon, dead set on sailing away into the sunset after an arguement with his father. Safe to say his father had longer legs and was able to catch up with him easily.
'He's showing good speed so far, but I doubt he'll ever beat 'Quera in a race. 'Quera is built for speed, while Fuerte is built for power. Inez is something in between an all-rounder'. 'Quera was a lightening bolt as far as J'adore could tell, the red fire markings on the stallion clearly indicated his speed. J'adore had highlighted his 'power' muscles with red paint, just to be sure. 'By the end of they year I think'.
'One more step and I'm there' J'adore said with a smile. He was trying to prove his worth currently, the only thing on his mind rank wise was making the last step. J'adore's brown furrowed, 'Because I do not feel that I could offer up enough. My goal is to be a master, and until I am other thoughts can wait'.
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