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Date Posted: 13:47:03 10/19/03 Sun
Author: adrian+
Subject: .[i keep the wolf from the door].
In reply to: Hotaru 's message, ".:~Batwinged Grace~:." on 09:05:01 10/19/03 Sun


As if instinctually called, the stallion approaches at a choppy walking pace. The heavy clouds above blocked the sun from filtering through the pines leaving the forest a gloomy maze of thin tree trunks and spongy loam. A cold drizzle falls from the low slung sky; it collects upon the needles of the canopy and drips upon the creatures down below. A few of these drops strike the Leader's dull auburn coat, turning any dust into mud. His short, rough black mane sticks close to his neck, wetted down by the harder rains that have since let up. Diminutive rivulets of rain water occasionally travel down the thoroughbred's refined head. Four muddy hooves eventually come to a halt, and Adrian tosses his head to rid his eyes of his forelock. The stallion's gaze eventually rests upon an unfamiliar form, Barentora. He subconsciously shifts his weight in an untrusting manner. Adrian speaks not of his name; he simply pushes for the point.

"I am here."

The bloodhorse replies quietly, steady brown eyes never leaving Barentora. He ends it at that, wasting no more breath until the stranger voluntarily voices why he has come.


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