Outside of the store, way in the distance, there came a gentle clip-clop of a horse down the pavement. The rider and his steed seemed to be coming from round the corner, for the sound did not raise in volume right away but quickly began to rise as they came near. Nikephoros, however, was neither a rider nor the steed. He was both, cantering happily along in the afternoon sun. Most of the light had gone from the streets, leaving an orange glow between the buildings that would soon come to a close. Nike's hooves were large, shoed, and covered by long blond hairs that extended from the coat on his legs.
Behind Nikephoros swept his tail, the white-blond strands dragging on the earth. He wore a pair of saddlebags over his hide, strong leather bags with metal buckles strapped tight to his middle. Over his chest he wore a tight-fitted gray sweater, as he thought it was rather cool out, though the sweater wasn't long enough to cover the easy meet between his human torso and horse chest. Around his neck hung a hemp cord with some sort of necklace, perhaps carved bone.
The bag on his hide hung off to the left, heavy. Inside his "ice picture" and "smaller ice picture"--which were his laptop and phone.
Coming up to the bookstore, Nikephoros looked at the sign before shuffling around outside. The thunder of his hooves stopped as he looked at the door. For a moment he seemed contemplative before he reached out and pulled it open, shuffling his way into the building as carefully as possible. It was not an easy job but he was on a mission!