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L E A N D E R After all you fell in love with death The smell of freshly spilled blood was all too familiar. As a colt, the sickly, irony aroma had been branded into his young mind. Many of his years had been spent in a roguish haze, fighting, training, almost blindly, searching for the one who had attacked him as a boy. One day, he'd realized it was futile, the beast was probably no more than a ghost now. Only a wandering wraith in his memories. The soldier glided above the meadow's expanse, looking for the source of the scent. It didn't take long to find it. Bronze pools grew wide. In the meadow, a tawny lion was devouring the corpse of an unlucky deer. It was an unsettling sight, to say the least. More unsettling, though, was the equine mare grazing obviously close to the cat. Too close not to notice it. No, they must be bonded. Like the small dragons that flew with so many here. A mountain lion was a far cry from a dragon, though. Slowly, Leander let himself drift to the ground. Mahogany wings remained tensed, ready to take right back to the sky if the fawn feline became hostile. Best be careful. he advised himself. Not that the cat would be foolish enough to take on something as large as him. At least he didn't think so, but the primal instinct to be cautious around such a predator was inherent. "Hello, miss. Quite a sidekick you've got there." The palomino's deep tones were warm as usual. He studied the dame's oddly marked pelt. Black lines traced her slender bodice - this sort of coloration was new to his eyes. It added even more mystery to the girl's appearance.  |
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