
Posted by Sterling on January 23, 2009, 5:14 am, in reply to "And risk, you will risk," there was a loophole in my
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Sterling felt his water stronger than he had yet. Unsuspecting in the dawn, merely enjoying the presence of dew, suddenly he felt a pull. It stirred inside him like whirlpools, and began seeping through his mane in an escape, water dripped from his nose. However Sterling shakes his head and it stops. But puddles had formed around his hooves, and his neck was drenched. It is a split second after he tells his water to behave does he see the stallion.
Cautiously, Sterling remains where he is, relaxed in a glade, with the last of a cold morning mist hanging by his legs happily. The silver buckskin was nothing compared to the red Wolf. He had fine muscles, Sterling that is, that were withered from the desert, and a coat, that from his stay in Andarin seemed to colour lovely with his dapples retuning, and a true silver sheen to it. But the look on his face and the crevices from his muscles show his place in Ni’Srilan. Nothing about Sterling made an impact, except maybe his hazel eyes, whilst everything about Nicodemus made an impact.
The silver buckskin is eased out of his caution when the stallion speaks, and a wry smile appears on the black lips. He lets out a light cough and gives a shake of his head, beige and black mane falling about, heavy around his ears and eyes, and cow-licked around his withers. Yet the cow lick of hair at his withers is drenched soon, as his water begins trying to investigate the fire, and his mane mats to his neck. But it doesn’t do anymore, as even though it has the advantage, is nothing compared to the power of the stranger’s fire.
“Unfortunately, I believe that would be a better situation for me to be in. I’ve been stolen from Ni’Srilan. You’re a Wolf?”
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