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Date Posted: 19:49:47 07/26/01 Thu
Author: |:|steele|:|
Subject: ::here::

The steady sloshing of hooves through the glacial waters of the stream ceases. Within the freezing stream a being stands, the watering flowing about hocks gushingly. A single ebon stocked fore is lifted above the water, the feathered hock dripping. The being sighs deeply, human torso and equine barrel moving in perfect rhythm and takes off once more, steel hued body rippling with moisture from the passing storms. Sable socked legs and hooves leave the confines of the freezing stream bed and thunder over the packed, sodden terra, following intently upon the tracks and scents of the creatures of the Valley. Upon them looms in silence the virile of his race. He watches them in slight dismay, for they are horses and therefore of no interest to him. He is a striking figure of a centaur, his torso muscled and defined , the hair atop his human visage is deep sable, burnished to silver on top by the rays of the valley sun. The same can be said of his equine tail, which flicks now idly across black legs and leaden haunches. Feathered hooves shift nervously and being trots to the sable-vested weald. Nearest an imposing example of old-growth the youthful being rests, storm gray eyes fluttering under dark lashes, and by human standards he is handsome. The eyes drift closed and he sleeps, alabaster and steel in the moonlight, legs twitching slightly in the fleeting dreams of fading youth.

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