he's dicking around the old ddm grounds, dated when evers good for you
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Angel's horse moved swiftly across the unfamiliar ground. The pale creature had never ventured this far South, and in a similar vein neither had Angel. He'd never concerned himself with what the southerners were doing with themselves. All his business remained in Inferni, after all it had been too dangerous to leave the pack lands and it needed protecting after all. But now the danger had seeped away, or at least, so it seemed. And that was a good enough excuse to leave the pack lands for Angel. 'Allez, vaja!' the coal pelted Catalan male shouted, as the horse grew restless along a field. Readying himself he allowed the horse to move into a relaxed trot and then onto a speedy gallop.
The horse tired a few moments later, bouncing to a stop, with his pale legs strong under the combined weight of his body and his master. The Spaniard dismounted quickly, releasing the horse's bridle to loosen the girth of it's saddle and finally the let the horse move away to rest. Bending down towards a nearby stream, Angel sat down upon the bank, giving out a heavy sigh.
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