Bullet in the Barrel

Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-26-2011, 01:40 PM

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I had to sneak in and reply to this at work. zomgsirilove.

Larkspur had been to Freetown once before; he had stolen his horse from the place a long time ago. Misery had taken them south before they came to ‘Souls, desiring to see if any of her children still lingered. He disliked the place, and its bustling people, but his size and feral nature kept most at bay. Itachi had been the one to deal with most of their business, though it was Larkspur who had made the trade for the horse. He had heard rumors of the breeders in the area, but those same rumors told him that they would not take an unbroken mare. So another man, one whom Larkspur had quickly “won over” with his aggressive tactics, offered up his own horse for the AniWaya mustang.

He caught the unspoken warning and ignored the pouch. Whatever was inside of it was clearly not of his concern. Both ears turned slightly at the mention of the wounds suffered by Itachi. Larkspur had been unable to assist, for the other men had abandoned their mounts and prizes when they chased down the slaves. To join them would have been foolish.

At Sirius’ movement, Larkspur joined him. He kept a curious pace, allowing the earthen-hued hybrid to lead. Dominance, as always, played out keenly in this place. Only when the Thistle King halted did Larkspur advance, passing into the barn and towards one of his rustic stalls. “This new horse rides well. She’s fast—faster than your stallion,” he admitted, having watched them since the return. He looped a lead into the leather halter Rowan had fashioned, and brought out his prize.

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