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10-09-2012, 06:22 PM
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L E A N D E R The soft white down of Frostfall had blanketed the land. Still, amidst the cold, it was a happy time. For he was bringing in his second possible recruitment to the herd. The sweet girl, Lark, was visiting the Throat now to meet some of the higher ups and hopefully seek acceptance. With his typical warm smile, the tawny charger meandered through the trees, eyes searching for the familiar sight of his home. In little time, he had reached the border to the herd-land. The mare's voice called from behind him, back in the edges of the foliage. "Up here, Lark." Husky chords enunciated reassuringly. Strands of ivory forelock fell across his view as he turned back to look towards the pale lady. Hopefully the snow dusted lands of the Dragon's Throat would suit the amicable equine. "This, my dear, is the Dragon's Throat." There was pride in his voice, pride for the beauty of the place, even in the icy grip of Winter. And pride, as well, for the strength and loyalty of it's occupants. With a joyful look shot back at the pearly doe, Leander moved into a slow trot, guiding her further into the interior. "Kri! I have brought another newcomer for you to welcome!" He addressed his Matriarch with clear respect, though the phrase was cheerful. It was unpleasant to have to bother her so much, it seemed like only yesterday he'd brought Wuthering for her approval. Certainly, the leader had more important things to do. This was a chaotic time for the herds, and he often wondered how the stoic Sultana dealt with all of it.  |
