- the l o o k e r -

[dezperation]

solomon
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He traveled alone; a quiet, contented soul. His gaze was even, taking in his surroundings with a completely cool complexion. His posture was relaxed, his stride a loose saunter.
Solomon blinked in appreciation at the small, tinkering brook that wound it's way in front of his path. The stag stopped, wetting his chapped kissers. Dropping his skullary to the water's face, Solomon pricked his ears, zeroing in his acute hearing to listen to his surrioundings. The brute carefully let his maw meet with the liquid, and drank deeply. When he pulled back again, his spirit was anewed. His eyes glinted with a revived life. The soft sunlight leaking through the canpy above seemed like liquid gold against his rich-toned pelt. Solomon stood squarely at the water's edge, breathing in deeply through his sineses.
Moss, mud, and stale wind. No scent of another equine.

[OH HAI SPI!]

White Dove

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The lone femme slowly walked through the strange new land. Her throat was dry, she was parched and weary from traveling all day. She touched her lips to the cool blue water and took a long drink. Once finished she raised her cranium and scanned her surroundings. The sunlight bled through the dense overhead canopy making patches of light appear on the soft mossy ground. She lifted her head high and took in a long deep breath, she smelled another equine near to where she was standing. She picked up her pace and marched toward the unfamiliar scent.

She carefully weaved through the trees and dodged low hanging branches. She saw another equine, a stallion, drinking from a clear blue stream. And he too was alone. He was much bigger than herself, and more muscular. The sunlight trickled down on him, making him stand out against his dark surroundings.

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