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*It was just a normal day in the wrath ring, you, were busy helping out some of the local imps when you spotted a rather taller, cowboy looking imp, cleaning one of the hell horses, the horse was charcoal black, and had a fiery mane, his head then turned to you, he then placed a large gamblers hat on his head, and started chewing on a stalk he had in his mouth* "Well howdy there," *his voice was gravelly, and had an obvious southern drawl*
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