06-13-2010, 04:35 PM
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| http://www.digital-bonsai.com/katew/tem ... etable.jpg); background-color:#082A3E; background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:15px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:312px;"> 300+ The night sky was vibrantly clear, stars bright burst of silver against the backdrop of a velvety navy blue sky. The rain had let up earlier in the evening, and by ten-o-clock, even the thick, looming clouds had cleared. Kansas could see the last remains of the day's cloud cover, scattered wisps of dark gray like the down feathers of a young bird. The pale werewolf stepped onto the porch and hoisted his satchel securely around his lean shoulder, trying to ignore the distinctive clinks of glass bottles. He moved down the steps of the porch and into the night, rounding the back of the mansion in only a few quick strides. There, his stallion was waiting for him. The azure-coated horse had the uncanny ability to know when he was needed, never failing to appear behind the mansion when Kansas wished to see him. There was an unmistakable connection between them. A soft nicker sounded, but Kansas could see well in the darkness and knew exactly where his horse was. He reached into his bag and grabbed a handful of wild strawberries, holding them out for Lexington to take from his palm. It was almost time for Jazper to meet him at Rabbit Lake. Kansas didn't know how the dark male would react to Lexington, but it didn't matter enough. The ghostly boy was certain that he wanted the horse to come with them. They could easily have gone to Rabbit Lake for the night without, as there wasn't much to carry — but for some reason, Kansas thought he would be more comfortable among others with the blue-gray beast present. He was already nervous about how the night would proceed. After all, there was alcohol in his pack. Sighing without a sound, Kansas mounted his horse with one quick, fluid motion and nudged it into motion. The cool night breeze slicked his fur — he rode the stallion as fast as possible whenever he could. They were across Crimson Dreams and at the lake shore in a matter of minutes. The Colonel dismounted and set his bag on the ground, flopping down beside it with his legs crossed to wait. |