
Posted by Sterling on January 27, 2009, 5:46 pm, in reply to "Hi guys. Here's a thread of new posts for everyone. Well, I hope almost everyone." there was a loophole in my
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Sterling reeked, next to Voraer. Well, to most of the desert horses he reeked. The smell of pine and granite had faded from the chestnut stallion, there was hardly a trace left. It was hard to tell how much as Sterling still had the some pine needles in his black (occasionally brown) tail. There is something strange now about the way he moves on the sands. But he still has the hang of them. The effect of stone and grass wearing off.
“Hello Voraer, good to see you made it back in one piece,”
Sterling greets him with a smile, nodding his head in acknowledgement. His tail tosses, and hooves shift into the sand. Hazel eyes don’t rest on the fire stallion, they move, and follow the line of the horizon, that changed, at least weekly. It was expected that they changed and they had. They were low at the moment, and the sun was close to them, that last of the orange rays, before obstructions turned it red like blood.
d r e a m i n g.
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