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Heath morte dre Soul · 06-25-2010, 07:33 PM

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one please :3

The rain was light, showering down with a fine mist. The drops rested softly on his fur, nothing but a nuisance and yet he hated that it he found it unexpected. The clouds should have told him that it would shower, if not storm. But Heath had ignored it, traveling out past the stables and fields. For the warm summer months Heath had hoped to repair the long lengths of fence that rounded and weaved through the newly grown saplings and undergrowth that had sprung up by the warming temperatures and ample rainfall around the stables pastures.

Accompanied by the roan mare Heath rode out along the pole and wire fence. Many of its length had rusted long ago, but it had remained intact even with its red rustic coloring. But, as he soon found not all of the wooden poles could withstand the weather and time. The coy-wolf wore his hat, jeans torn and rolled to meet his knees. Lumière wandered lazily, her sides rounded by the foal she carried, neither phased by the light rain that annoyed Heath to no end and was pleased to simply be away from the stables.

Heath called her to stop, urging her gently. Conceding the mare came to a halt beside the broken fence post so that the rider could dismount. Trudging through the wet grass the black armed male began first with casting away the vines and vegetation that wrapped itself around the fence. The merle and dark faced horse wandered, caring little for the care of fence making and finding the new grasses sweet and tasty. The Marshal tore at the creeping greenery, his hands ungloved and stupidly so. Light and dark fingers ripped at the last vines, the thorns that dappled their thin green bodies unseen or noticed.

Cursing, the male felt the pain of the thorns and looked down at the small twigs that hung from the first few layers of skin.

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