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01-02-2013, 02:42 PM
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Even the dark cloak of night couldn't hide the glowing golden coat of the stallion that trekked carefully through the tricky bits of the undergrowth. Birdsong was beautiful but there were still occasional rains that swamped the lower lands. Lionlike colorations glowed under the bleak light of the stars. Baby blues surveyed the darkness, thankful for the fact he could see through the shadows. What met his eyes on his trip through the Threshold wasn't one he had been anticipating. A prone form of what appeared to be a stallion lay covered in muck on the wet ground. Concerned, Kaj stepped forward. Crown lowering so that silver frost hairs fell over his face from his forelock. Unwilling to move closer. The brute still had his own personal space after all and Kaj wouldn't intrude too far on it. Despite being a rather silent man he cleared his throat and called out to the stallion in his deep voice. "Sir? Are you well? Can I help you?" His large frame kept him rather far from the ground, but neck stretched low so muzzle nearly brushed the ground in order to meet eyes with the other male. Had something happened? Was he injured? Or was it an emotional pain? |
