the wind will be wailing

Anann Kelevra · 05-20-2010, 10:29 AM

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~~totally forgot to spellcheck so plz plz plz forgive my horrid spelling and typos... i will fix when home!!!~~

The soft currents of salty sea air moving in off the ocean teased and tangled the long curly locks of the stallion's mane and tail. The occasional strand managing to make it airborne before gravity won out again. Rem's head was still at a relatively low key posture, his forelock covering much of the top half of his face. Ears concentrated on the earthen hued fem. Anann was leaning against the horse's shoulder now, her arm no longer draped over his neck. The Miracles woman could feel the shake of knicker radiate from his side though the noise was barely audible. He had settled into their new home and new life well. Lightening his over protective nature and the level of hostility he showed toward formidable strangers. Often showing his softer side to those of the opposite sex anyways.

The other woman seemed nervous, clutching something to her chest as she gawked at Rem. Typically those that felt some sort of unease about the large horse had been given a reason. Perhaps this woman was simply unaccustomed to horses or maybe it was the large size of her steed. "Didn't mean to startle you, miss. We are just out for a stroll." There was something vaguely familiar about the woman. Anann couldn't place it immediately. Her eyes told her she had never met the woman but something of the scent she carried triggered some recognition in her mind. "Are you from Crimson Dreams?" That must be what it was. Cambria was the only wolf that didn't belong to the Cours pack that Anann had met. Anann had given the woman a once over glance as she did with all she'd met. Anann smiled, appreciating the large frame of the woman, not unlike her own. Her pelt too was similar but from a palette of darker hues and lacking the darkest hues of Anann's back.

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