TITANIUM | patrol

[gael]

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Bathed in the light of a sunrise, the vulpine's fur shimmered molten.  Glinting a green-specked gold, Gael's cold eyes analyzed the awakening marketplace.  Prone to more ire as of late, the breeze shifted unpredictably close to the faerie -- natural for a moment then biting the next.

While his irritation may find cause in an enemy conqueror, the winter season simply served to bother the fox.  Defiant, Gael set his paws to steady motion.  Simple work brought simple rewards, but they came in welcome packages such as calm and sanctification.

"I'm leading a patrol, for any available and interested," came his raised, but passive voice.  Whether or not he amassed a sizable following or not, the vulpine planned on leaving soon.  The borders must be maintained, and under the gentler morning sun the travel would be more amiable.

Beside his resting paws, a simple woven basket sat.  A secondary mission the faerie felt inclined to carry out.

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

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