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07-12-2013, 06:07 PM
 I can hear the quiet shuffling sounds and even the faint noise of a breath hitching back inside a clinched throat. Likely my approach had startled the lass. My body makes no further motion, fearing that if it did...whatever lay in shadows might only crawl further away—out of fear, or dread. Who could have guessed in this light? “Here,” she called finally, either having decided to answer or was tired of hiding out, “I’m here!” Straining forward with extended neck, I leaned in and scanned the area where the childlike cry had come. She stumbled toward me, I could hear the shuffling of hooves and how each step got slightly hung on stale snow.
The woman child emerged dirty and obviously chilled to the bone. Had she wore anything less than fur, a frostbitten girl would have been my reward for stumbling through the dark. My gaze did a quick rake of her physical self, noting malnourishment and small size despite having the face of a yearling. Cera had grown like a weed and nearly touched my crown, though he had yet to fill out as I did—this child was hardly in a state for competition. Fatherly, as was my nature I smiled gently when she rasped, “Hello.” “Well met little sister,” gingerly my feet retracted a few steps to give her ample room upon the illuminated trail, “Tell me, why are you all alone in the dark?” Her fur was ebony, a solid color without blemish except for slight markings upon both cheeks, I sought her gaze and found with approval that they were both golden in color. Our colors come alive when I collide with you
with you, with you
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