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He rode with ease, hips rolling in a calm motion with the walking pace of the horse. The mare was a splendid creature - Even in the cool afternoon light her pelt was dappled with silver, haloed by the color of the moon. Sirius had become rather fond of the beast, for it was known that he was a vain creature and well attached to things of beauty.
From the barn, the pair had traveled West. There was no true aim to his riding; the King traveled with only a vague intention of heading towards the place known as Millstone Village. He passed the markings that let him know he had entered Borgata Coatl; the snakes carved into the flesh of the younger pines that were not plentiful enough to make up a forest on their own. The land here was sparse, wildly and harshly beautiful, and as the silver-tongued monarch's venomous olive eyes graced it he was filled with the familiar sense of deep and wicked pride.
The small village was soon to come into view, and Sirius pressed Luna into a trot, his large coyote ears flicked forward to show attentiveness. Although having settled quite some moons ago, now, the Revlis man had yet to truly explore these human remnants fully. The mare's silver hooves changed from dull thudding to making a sharper sound, and narrowed pupils saw that they had come onto what appeared to be an overgrown, but still recognizable, flattened road. The road was made of compact earth and stones, and although weeds and growth sprung haphazardly across it, it was smoother still than the unruly land surrounding. The road led into the center of the small town, which was little more than a scattering of houses, what appeared to be an Inn, and a few novelty stores. Gaping black windows and creeping ivy tendrils made the place appear rather eerie, but the afternoon light chased away any true ghosts.
Pulling Luna to a halt, the Thistle King smoothly dismounted. With the black leather reigns grasped easily in one wickedly-clawed hand, the tall, dark man stretched and eased out his muscles, before letting out a sharp and commanding barking sound. If any of his subjects were in the immediate area, they would be wise to come to the calling of their King.
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