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Subject: You hear the jingleing of bells.....


Author:
Leon
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Date Posted: 15:04:47 05/24/01 Thu
 and look for the source of the sound. You see a man rideing a paint stallion. His large green eyes peer out from beneath a tassle of mud brown hair. His face and the hand you can see have a few scars on them. The right hand is covered in a thick leather glove that almost goes to his elbow. He has on a green silk cape to match his eyes, but the rest of his clothing is made of gravel colored fur. He looks a little short and husky, like he is from cold lands. Indeed he lives on an island that reaches far south. You see now that the noise is comeing from a large falcon balanceing carefully on his saddle horn. The bells on the hawk's feet jingle as it streches a taloned foot out to unstiffen it. The bird is a redish brown and here and there are golden toned feathers. The falcon seems very large, it was breed from a griffion and a falcon large enouf to ride. Somehow this one's growth was stunted and was the perfect size for the man's purpose. Still very large he is trained to help find other predatory birds. He weakens or distracts them while his master catches them. The falcon looks a bit wild and you see that its jesses are tied to the saddle horn. If he were to be let off in this strange land then the man would not know where to find him when night falls, for the falcon always roosted in the same spots. The man who looks to be about 26 clucks impatiently to his horse. "Faster Coll we must hurry before dark falls. You know how wild Nock gets after sundown." The man sighs stroking the falcon loveingly. The falcon bites him gently to show his affection then begs for meat from a poch at his master's side. Instead the man takes up another pouch by a long knife on his other side. He splashes a little water from the skin pouch over the falcon, because it looks kind of hot in this warmer weather. The man rides past and you see four oblong, woven baskets, with hinged tops hooked shut, are tied on the horses sides. Inside is probabbly bird equipment. Another bag is tied in back of the saddle. It is made of deer hide and contains his personal items. He gallops away on his horse. He's determined to get a place before dark.
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*A 26 year old woman, wearing a blue hooded cloak*>Nerania16:23:58 05/24/01 Thu
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