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Cautiously you fallow a path around a bend hugging the river bank, your hoof prints left in the sand. The canyon was narrow, twisting, thick with brush. On either side, jagged sandstone cliffs- red, green, gray, brown- soared in tortous formations to an awakening sky. A small river, little more than a stream, ran noisily over rocks and around boulders. Its voice was the only sound in this remote place.
Or was it?
You pause by the stream listening, motionless, scanning the shadows among the boulders, the bushes, the trees. There was no sound but the river.
Then tall and lean as a jack rabbitt, came a black steed. Foir winters had had hardened his body, his face bore an expression of accustomed authority. A dark leather band looped around his head holding a dark onyx jewel that fell onto his forhead glittering in the sun. He walked slowly, watching the bank. Eyes black as obsidian gazed intently ahead to where the strean rounded another bend. Slowly his dark gaze lifted to you in flashes alarm, curiousity, and respect showed in the mirror like depths of his inticing gaze. Nares flare wide to search your sent on the brisk wind drinking it in and storing it in his mind. With a peircing cry of warning and welcome he spins on onyx stones and thunders off to the meadow that lay beyond the canyon.With its sparkling pool fed by the stream that you now stood beside. Now it is for you to decide where to go,to fallow the mysterious black steed or turn back to his sire's land.....

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