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[There is a massive draft horse of indeterminate breeding on the plane. It does not look happy to be there. In fact all the vibes it's giving off are those of extreme displeasure. Its ears are back, the shuffling and snorting its doing a clear indication that it wants people to STAY AWAY. There are torn clothes on the ground, a broken belt--and the well-cared-for hilt of a sword showing above the battered scabbard in which the sword itself is sheathed.

Yeah. If you recognize the weapon she always carries, you might recognize the pissed-off expression on the horse's face.

Aniki has not had a good day.]

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[And the name is gone, firmly replaced by scent and sound.]

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[Ianto doesn't seem to notice, and continues to groom her.]

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[...and as she gets the sleepy the last of her humanity slips away under the heavy blanket of horsey calm. She nuzzles at his chest.]

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[Ianto, far more willing to give into his cattish instincts in front of a horse, rubs his face against her nose.]