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Ithiel is by me!
Lystra's hooves carried him swiftly toward the borders, as ever. He had already finished scouting in a ring around the whole of the clan, but as he was drawing his horse back to his cavern for a rest, the howl drew him back out, turning his horse abruptly at the start of the call. He had held the chestnut but a moment before unleashing her to a trot.
A thick and heavily-built horse, Lystra was not a pretty sight, nor was her gait particularly swift or comfortable. Jouncing and steadiness marked her pace -- and still, none could say the horse did not move. She did so as a rolling boulder, slow and utterly relentless, and it was this trait Ithiel now appreciated best of all. Lystra was no endurance horse to be ridden great distances, nor was she a sleek racer. She was made to charge, and charge she did.
The borders found him trailing an unfamiliar scent until he came across her. It was immediately apparent to the dusky hybrid that she was larger than he was. As Ithiel was tall and made willowy, it did not take much to overtop him -- but this gray-brown woman outweighed him and her thick fur, indicative of a life in northern climes, made her appear even larger.
Ithiel de le Poer of Inferni. How might I help you? he inquired, flat voice neither cold nor warm. Dead evenness and neutrality characterized most of Ithiel's interactions, and it was no different here on the borders.
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