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*Rattle. Rattle.*

Unkempt black hair. Beard touching his waist. Spit mixing with the remnants of last night's stew for the choicest spots of the beard.

*Rattle. Rattle.*

Piercing black eyes staring into nothingness. Black eyes in a very pale face.

*Rattle. Rattle.*

Rags clinging to pale skin. Skin scarred by more wounds than one sees in a lifetime.

*Rattle. Rattle.*

A hungry grin. A tasty rather large black horse. What a feast it would make. Something different than-

*Rattle. Rattle.*

than the crap they usually fed-

*Rattle. Rattle.*

him.

*Rattle. Rattle.*

"Oi, won't you bloody-"

*Rattle. Rattle.*

"stop"

*Rattle. Rattle.*

"THAT!" one of his caretakers growls. Its a fierce growl, but can not be taken seriously, coming from the other side of the bars.

*Rattle. Rattle.*

"You'd better stop that, you-"

*Rattle. Rattle.*

"One of these days, I'll kill-"

*Rattle. Rattle.*

"That's it, I'm gonna-"

*Rattle. Rattle.*

*Rattle. Rattle.*

*Rattle. Rattle.*

Hours of fun were to be had with this loose iron bar. It made such a nice sound as it rattled in its socket.

Mmmm, tasty horse. Who could the rider be, shining such a brilliant light from that ring on his finger?