05-29-2009, 09:54 PM
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this is the horse! 
Haven was walking east, heading back to Cour des Miracles after his trip to Blackmoor Castle. It had been a longer visit than he had intended, but that had turned out to be a very good thing. He had met Cwmfen nic Graine who had agreed to help him with his fighting and they had sparred with their swords. His long muscles arms were sore, but it was a good sore. A content sore. As he walked by one of the trees in the Shiloh Hills he noticed an apple had fallen from it and he leaned to pick it up. He'd never eaten any fruit, but it was round and would be fun to play with, even if he didn't eat any of it. He tossed the apple into the air and caught it.
He'd always loved the Shiloh Hills, much of Crimson Dreams was situated in its lands. He breathed in deeply, catching the scent of his old home. He would go back and visit soon, but not today. Suddenly he felt a rumbling in the earth and heard something. It was a noise he hadn't heard before. Curious he walked after it, his nose sniffing the air. There were animals close, a large group of them, but he had never smelled them before. They weren't deer or elk. As he was getting closer to them he slowed his pace, making his best effort to go unnoticed. The luperci's head poked out from behind a tree and his jade eyes grew wide at the sight he was greeted with. Horses. It was a whole herd of them.
Haven stood there silently, taken in by their majestic beauty. They were so wild and free. So beautiful. He wanted so badly to get closer, but he knew they would probably run. So absorbed by the sight of the mustangs he didn't even hear something plodding up behind him. That was until a mouth was worrying at the apple in his hand. Haven turned his head and his heart stopped in his chest. A breathtaking dark horse was trying to take the apple from his hand. Slowly the youth turned around, making sure the mustang didn't lose sight of the apple. As it nibbled at the fruit his hand slowly reached out, gently petting its face.
Haven was walking east, heading back to Cour des Miracles after his trip to Blackmoor Castle. It had been a longer visit than he had intended, but that had turned out to be a very good thing. He had met Cwmfen nic Graine who had agreed to help him with his fighting and they had sparred with their swords. His long muscles arms were sore, but it was a good sore. A content sore. As he walked by one of the trees in the Shiloh Hills he noticed an apple had fallen from it and he leaned to pick it up. He'd never eaten any fruit, but it was round and would be fun to play with, even if he didn't eat any of it. He tossed the apple into the air and caught it.
He'd always loved the Shiloh Hills, much of Crimson Dreams was situated in its lands. He breathed in deeply, catching the scent of his old home. He would go back and visit soon, but not today. Suddenly he felt a rumbling in the earth and heard something. It was a noise he hadn't heard before. Curious he walked after it, his nose sniffing the air. There were animals close, a large group of them, but he had never smelled them before. They weren't deer or elk. As he was getting closer to them he slowed his pace, making his best effort to go unnoticed. The luperci's head poked out from behind a tree and his jade eyes grew wide at the sight he was greeted with. Horses. It was a whole herd of them.
Haven stood there silently, taken in by their majestic beauty. They were so wild and free. So beautiful. He wanted so badly to get closer, but he knew they would probably run. So absorbed by the sight of the mustangs he didn't even hear something plodding up behind him. That was until a mouth was worrying at the apple in his hand. Haven turned his head and his heart stopped in his chest. A breathtaking dark horse was trying to take the apple from his hand. Slowly the youth turned around, making sure the mustang didn't lose sight of the apple. As it nibbled at the fruit his hand slowly reached out, gently petting its face.