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Date Posted: 09:02:17 05/26/02 Sun
Author: Yeryan Hou
Subject: Walks in...

He was wet, and he was tires. Rain-soaked, and unaware that he was, in fact, being followed, the expressionless man enters the stable with his horse and his companion -- Jakken. Strangely, he leads the horse with no rope, nor halter or bridle. The stallion quickly limbers along beside him, a similiar look in his eyes to match his masters'. Quietly, they pass the few people without glancing at them, until Yeryan finally halts outside of a rickety, worn-out stall. Sensing his friend's disapproval, the chinese trainer shakes his head, "Restrain your temper, Jakken. This has been your stall forever. It simply looks as if it has been neglected."

Jakken snorts. Riiiight, he mutters inside.

Unlocking tehe latch and gently patting the equine on the shoulder, the trainer then turns away to give him room to enter. Run-down or not, the stall was unusually large, and comfortable. Fresh straw and oats had been placed int their proper places, and hay tossed in a corner to create a helthy bedtime snack. Yeryan make sno comment of this, but shuts the bottom half of the double-paned door. His business here was finished....

Or not...

An uneasy feeling sweeps past him, and almost subconsciously, he places a hand inside of his robe pocket. Always without emotion, his intelligent eyes study the shattered pendant. It had come out all together, in a single piece, yet the broken fragments hung off of the dragon jewel like pieces of hopeless lint. Gently, he places the amulet in his left hand, careful when he closed his hand around it. Moving silently tot he side and sitting on the edge of a hay bale, he then does something unpredicatble. He pulls yet another amulet from his pocket. It was similar. A dragon pendant, gripping a similar shaped jewel. And yet the color of the jewel was different. The shattered one could have been anything...in fact, it could have been every color. But it's second was a perfect, deep blue, glowing from some mysterious depth inside. Appearing rather confused, the man quicky stuffs the second endant into his pokect again and places Ryo's in his other, gently. "Not another...bad omen.."


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