DARK HORSE

*Isardis* · 12-08-2013, 07:46 AM

He would saunter for the perfume of a woman, youthful, fresh; speaking of lands unseen and a life unvisited. Unfamiliar she was, excitingly so, as the albino ghoul would find his way athwart the snowy plains; so seamless in the ease of his movements, ruby gaze fixated upon the outline of the pale babe, having had bounded atop the saviour of a tall boulder. Lips tweaked with interest, amusement, so eagerly coming to stand no more than three meters from her left hind quarters, unsure if he had been noticed. Perhaps it would be the lowly chuckle of his silent pproval that would inform her of his presence, tail flicking at his hocks as he would speak, ?Do you see the danger is snow I fail to realise, or simply pride yourself upon remaining as elegantly flawless as you so appear.? Isardis was no true fan of such strange markings, and yet? something almost seemed appealingly familiar about their nature.

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