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[OPEN] Cold Coffee in the Morning [patrol, rafe]

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06-14-2013, 05:31 PM (This post was last modified: 06-14-2013, 05:32 PM by Rafe.)


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  The coldest blood runs through my veins</style>



Rafe knew what he was supposed to do, but it was a habit he had already assumed into his daily routine. While he understood the purpose of guarding the borders, doing so in pairs seemed redundant. Better that they each start at the far ends of the herd and work inward, toward each other. Thus the borders get a sweep twice, but he had no reason to state his ideas to the herd leaders. They would try and fail on their own, and he would drift as he always did.

The blood stallion spied the other he was supposed to be patrolling along side, and his expression turned from emotionless to almost cold. He had heard of the stallion's technique in battle, but from the look of him, that was entirely surprising. Everything from the bones of his face to the arch of his topline was dainty and too refined - as if a strong breeze would snap his bones without an after thought.

Even the hair that sprouted from his crest and tail seemed too long and too thick. How irritating was it to have the mess trailing behind him, to have that weight? Rafe was not necessarily lacking in hair, but his was not often in his way and was certainly not near the point of dragging the ground and collecting grime along the way. Why not cut it all off? He would have spent hours scraping his body along a tree if he had that much hair.

Without a word, he fell in pause next to the warrior, his own gate rolling and powerful. Rafe was build much differently with a sloping hind quarter and lifted shoulder. His long legs were composed of thick bones, and his solid hooves crushed into the snow and piston sharp muscles lifted his hooves out again in a metronome pace. What he was in comparison was not fast. The light build of of the white-faced stallion could easily out run him, especially at any given distance.

Any light that shone out of his blue eyes was like ice. His heart was atrophied and hidden beneath a layer of murk more dismal than the Spectral Marsh. The waterfall was frozen, but he was thirsty. Rafe moved behind the icy later of water and leaned his head down and to the side. In a swift movement, he jabbed two of his horns into the layer. After righting his body once more, the stallion positioned his two front hooves over the holes. Gathering the muscles beneath his haunches, he lifted his body from the ground and sent it crashing down hard onto the ice. A solid crack resounded through the surface and water bubbled up from the fissure. He leaned down to drink before turning to face outward. "Read when you are." he said simply.



[[Sssoo sorry it took so long. I had to gather Rafe muse]]

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RE: Cold Coffee in the Morning [patrol, rafe] - by Rafe - 06-14-2013, 05:31 PM

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