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Date Posted: 05:14:51 03/12/02 Tue
Author: Q u i c k s i l v e r
Subject: }{Observer �f �he Observant}{
In reply to: Khaza 's message, "Joining" on 17:26:48 03/11/02 Mon

!.a darkened precense hovered just within reach of shadow's clutches, just out of reach of all consuming light, standing still, and silent; an observer of the observant. rowan liquid seeps through long interwovan fetlock shag, penetrating thick ironwood limbs, to settle upon the occupants of the ghostly, deathlike meadow. thoughts roaring through small, dished cranium pass as swiftly as they come, some storing away for valuble future reference on certain individuals; individuals of power, cunning intelligence, though most of all, patience, not so unlike this equi. lifting his head, the huge, yet willowy stallion with all the grace of a dressage sporthorse though with all the stealth of a creature of the wilderness, steps lightly upon silver shoes through the trees, over jutting roots, under overhanging limbs. long tassel hung at an crick over wide haunches, each thread leaving their trace upon thin, silken hide stretched evenly over bulging muscels and delicate bones of perfect coordination; an obvious work of human hands. so, there was an intruder in the wake. though his form was concealed, his movent unsnared by cautious, ever flicking lobes, his scent still clung to the air like thick fog, and, thus, he thought with bitter remorse, the sufficating stench of man. picking up his hooves, he springs into a smooth lope, arching his long neck and tucking well-formed skull to chest so rowan liquid could have a clear reflection of the near, unknown turf ahead, in the direction of ATOH, domestication, the the fretful grooms who would be sure to be looking for the stud of Sokuryoku.!

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