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Subject: Sifting sands, sifting fortunes... Author: Estéril [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:13:59 05/11/01 Fri The stallion is quite a sight to see. Rarely such a fine specimen is perceived in the wilds of Saddlebrook, what with inbreeding and hard conditions. But this equine, this dun-coloured stallion, is surely a rare occurance. Fine confirmation affirms perfect stance, and the shining golden pelt is stretched taut over sleek muscles. Though the coat is healthy, it is inevitably pockmarked with scars of battles won or lost. He has lost a few in his earlier days, but now, with experience, he has grown mature. He knows the wiles of battle and the harshness of the elements. Nostrils flare again to catch the scents of the mares, as well as the pungent odour of stallions; competition. He shakes his head, dark eyes never once betraying himself. He is eternally alert and active, using the knowledge he had gathered from the hard years in the desert. He snorts, beginning to trot out. The others now know of his presence, so he has no need to stay here... Name: Estéril Breed: unknown ^Probably of Arab or Barb decent. Perhaps Kwari or Mwari. Colour: Dun Age: unknown [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]