Forest Frontiers
Forest Frontiers is a herdland of rolling hills and a fringe of forest on all sides. The picture it makes seems straight out of an Old Western story. The woodlands are predominantly pine, but it allows for a few deciduous trees here and there for a little change of scenery when the time is right. A small stream flows into a lake, a small hiccup in its long thin line of travel. Every morning, thanks to the higher base altitude, a small haze of mist is there to greet you -- enriching the air with a thick pine scent.
The Herd
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Milkglass
Boneash
Genie
Izabella
Suss
Aonia
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Saia
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We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey
IP: 66.147.14.41
Posted on March 22, 2012 at 12:16:02 PM by IndianOutlaw
Indi found himself pondering over the turn of events the last few weeks.... GLAMOUR and BLAZIL seemed to have come to a mutual agreement, whether dislike or hatred he hadnt managed to figure out... not just yet... either way, there was a sense of peace and settlment. His thoughts wander to the whereabouts of his blue girl and his lifts his great head to catch the drifting scents brought to him by the passing breeze. In this season.. in this time of year, he could pick them all out, each was different yet all the same... enticing... tasty.
There. He found her, dark eyes watch as she drops her head to the stream that ran through the center of the forest and finds himself enthralled, lured to her. He wants her, as any stallion might... pretty, petite and alluring with that sense of mystery about her. But he wouldnt hurt her... couldnt... between she and GLAMOUR, it was she who seemed the most timid... frail though perhaps frail wasnt the right word... no, it was the line, the thread that connected him to her that was frail and breakable.
He comes to her now, whickering a soft greeting to alert her of his approach as he sidles nearer to his, stretching out his muscular neck to allow his ashen lips to tug affectionately at her blackened mane, "Hello m'dear.. how are you doing this fine day?" he coos, dark eyes watching her, single dial twitching curiously, searching for a sign... any sign. The wolf growled its hunger... its desire to take her, to claim her and strengthen the ties, to bind her to him as many other stallions no doubt did with their mares... but he also values her... doesnt want to loose her trust... it is a constant tug of war he plays with the creature... on the one hand she would be his wholey... on the other... she might hate him... could he live with that? perhaps... perhaps not... that was yet to be decided.
 Indian Outlaw
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OOC: want an indi foal? lol ill play it if you dont want to
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