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Auburn cerebrum is tossed in the direction of the entering sahibs. Loud, savage tune is emitted from deep within vocal cords. Appendages take on swift animation, carry his scared complexus forth. Pedestals come to an abrupt halt before the two, cold, emotionless visionaries eye them. Audditives are pressed back along finely chiselled skull. He was prepared for anything at this moment in time. How can I help you both? His voice was stern but with no emotion what so ever. Optics look towards the ebonite steed, scanning over him just to see whether he ment danger or not. A snort is emitted from ventiducts, but pools never leave the stallions. | |||