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Date Posted: 09:37:17 07/15/05 Fri
Author: Lachlan
Subject: Re: .A Poison So Deadly.
In reply to: Lachlan 's message, "Re: .A Poison So Deadly." on 09:35:01 07/15/05 Fri

Lachlan was galloping slowly, looking
for more horses to inhabit the stables for the guests, and stable hands. They would all get good care. he was
thinking of the last one he had caught, a nice feasa
she had been. and she had already been tamed, mostly.
He rocked slightly on his crimson war horse
bretherine's back as the stag galloped slowly. Pacing
himself. it was a fine day, a few clouds in the sky.
but not overcast. He happened to gance to his left,
then pulledback on Bretherine's reins. The stag
stopped fully in threee steps, gazing at the feasa
infront of them. He smiled, she would be a chalange
for him and his steed.

She walked around with the air of cold arrogance. but
he knew her for what she really was. A Wild One, never
been touched. She looked like she had though, her eyes
glinted hard, and feirce. Snapping his breath in two.
He watched her for only a moment. Then grasped the rope on his saddle, he knew he would have to use it,
if only todrive her off. Some of the others might
encounter her and be hurt. Lachlan looked at the mare
with respect. He gave it to every horse, but she
seemed different. Her solid ebony coat, marked y
nothing than time and scars. that was all, though she
didn't look old at all. Why should she? years could
pass her by, and he bet she would wait.

"Easy there 'osion."

He murmered softly to the feasa, calling her what she
seemed like, 'osion. The name brought him a sense of
what she could really be like. He knew now, that he
would get hurt, even killed in touching this almost
perfect feasa. He accepted that, as he had when
dealing with others, feasa, 'illys, young stags, and
older stags, that was his line of duty. He turned his
crimson stag, thinking that he should get off. He
smiled though. then jumped fro the sadle. swinging his
legs out and around the rimson stag and landed on the
ground. He smiled and winced, Bretherine was a LOT
taller than he remembered him being. He smiled, and
then patted his horse, taking of his bridle and
letting him graze. The crimson horse watched with
intrest. He whickered, ready to help.

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