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| [:] own, unique call errupts through the silence, even before her own ceases. He knew her figure, her call, her scent apon the candescant zephyres. Nares flare once more, welcoming the familiarity of his home. His mother's son, by far, carries his father's appearance to such degrees that 'tis frightening. But for the only slight duo tint he is the picture of Pious, within his call belays the mighty and succint vibe that he would now claim as his own. Suspended appendages spring from the jaded sands beneath, still becoming aquanted once more with their feel. Toned muscles contract and extend as he is sent up a dune in one easy leap. Silver toned rear sinks into his haunches, gradually, and carefully letting himself slide toward the wetter sands on which she stood. Such masterful ways upon the dunes had come from the early years. There he stills his own quivering mass, dark eyes alert and watchful of her every move, ears flicking around and about for warnings, for danger. But none was to come. In the stilleto'd silence. A returned veteran. Of life. [:]Baby, open your heart |