Mory story...

Jul 10, 2007 14:46



James enters the inn’s stable at sunrise, his saddle and packs slung over one shoulder; the hilt of his sword sticking up over the other, his shield hanging down his back. Laying his gear aside, he gives a soft, low pitched whistle. The roan stallion at the far end stirs, and lifting the latch on its stable door with its nose moves eagerly toward ( Read more... )

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marabelljade July 11 2007, 01:53:00 UTC
::snicker snicker:::::

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galgacusferox July 14 2007, 05:57:51 UTC
You've captured the characters perfectly.

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