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Posted by [ savage x on January 25, 2004, 7:47 pm, in reply to "-- In the morbid night"
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[ every instinct in his body told him to yank his hand away from the colt as he whuffled against his hand. instead, he raised his opposite hand to rub his forehead. "how are you, boy?" he cleared his throat nervously, it was a horse, nothing to worry about. but it was Faust..Trib's son and for all Savage knew, it was his only son. to Savage, he was Trib. his fur ran softly against Savage's hand and he bowed his head a bit, shaggy bangs falling across his eyes. he bit his bottom lip harshly, bending his finger's to scratch the colt's muscely serpentine. "you're just like your dad..you know? your dad was great, even if he was a little thickheaded.. he always gave grace problems..but he was gorgeous.." he paused a bit, closing his eyes, continuing the scratching. "he was perfect."
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