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08-17-2012, 11:09 AM
R I C C I A R D O
The Sandman. The wind tainted with ice chilled Ricciardo, it felt unnatural to him. The flame-kissed brute was used to the hot temperatures of the summer, he had enjoyed Tallsun and felt rather dejected about the change of the season. But pushing all this to one side, he regained his proud posture and let his burly pillars lead him to the scent of Mauja. As he descended upon the clearing his mind was still reeling with calculating schemes, but he decided it was best for all the creatures to put these aside as he followed up on Mauja. He stepped out into the clearing and saw the alabaster steed dripped with charcoal. He had beckoned for the members of the herd to hear him, and he obeyed. Dipping his sorrel crown in respect for his leader, he said in a humble and respectable tone, "I am here, Mauja," The wind picked up and tossed his sea-salt curled silks and sent a shiver in his spine, "Curse this wretched weather.." He spat to no one, partially himself. He knew that conversations such as how much he of all creatures disliked the weather was something that would not interest the leader of the Edge. |
