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Date Posted: 10:22:44 11/08/01 Thu
Author: Stormy ~|~ Storm Hunter ~|~ Sikatrise ~|~ Sakr
Subject: Walks in...

...Followed by a tackless friesian mare, and a black wolf, close at her heels. The gold eagle perched on her shoulder eyes Cliff and Karen with large, sharp green eyes. The wolf slinks under the barrel of the mare, soft growls from his throat warn any approaching that he was there. The girl smiles at cliff, her black eyes flashing, a soft breeze blowing back her curly black hair. Smiling faintly, she asks, "May I have a bunch of green grapes, please?"
The black mare watches the boy and her friend talking, following their conversation with liquidy brown eyes. She nuzzles Stormy, asking for a carrot, or two.
The eagle watched the going-ons with sharp green eyes, feeling secure on the girl's shoulder. He playfully pulls a lock of her hair, then flies to perch on her other shoulder.
Watching silently from under the large mare, golden eyes seeing everything. Lips drawn back from Canines in a silent snarl, he slinks up to Stormy's side, making sure that his head bumbs into her hand at her side.
Stormy ignores the nuzzles from Storm Hunter, not out of cruelty, knowing the mare would get a bucket of carrots back at the stable. She winces when Sakr pulls her hair, and taps his beak with a finger as a scolding. Softly, she scratches the black head of the wolf at her side, still smiling at Cliff.

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