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Date Posted: 03:29:26 07/24/02 Wed
Author: nitar & illandra
Subject: a pair ride in on a polished, striding horse.

You gaze is distracted as you see a tall, handsome horse, it's next bent in a fierce arch, the eyes rolling and a light film of froth covering a whiskered mouth. Quick, erratic steps carry a pair, one a short, thin man, his hair dark and straggly, his eyes pericing and dark. A menacing scowl flickers across his face, as he surveys the town, swiftly leaning forward allowing you to glimpse the waif like woman behind. Taller by almost two heads, her long lithe body is almost gaunt, her face sunken and eyes huge and luminous. Her long featherlight blonde hair falls in wisps about her face, she seems like she will float of the saddle, and in a fit of fatigue, almost falls of the horse. With a sharp turn the man whips behind and hits her across the face, a ugly red welt forming belower her high cheekbones. Ashamed, she lowers her head and cowers behind the saddle, her finely made gown and scattered jewels giving only the smallest hint of wealth. The man, roughly pulling the horse to the side, heads down the path towards the in inn, his spurrs digging into the soft flesh of the horse.

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