Posted on August 3, 2012 at 04:14:44 AM by nikola
 Nikola was perhaps too blinded by rage to see that was obviously feminine. Now that he was there and not running, the grullo was able to relax and catch this breath. His labored breathing was embarrassing. Perhaps it was time to not be so passive, to get back in shape. Back home he at least exercised his muscles ducking from his father, staying out of sight. When he couldn't jump behind the soggy trees in time or tripped over the tangled roots, he at least gained scars to toughen his hide. Here he thought he could leave a semi-peaceful life.. How wrong could one soul be? "Well joo stay as long as j'like.. though perhaps we could take dis up to da ridge itself.." He cast a weary glance around, as if there were a stallion lurking, ready to pounce and snatched the black mare from his grasp. "Oh, I'm Nikola.. Not chur I mentioned," dipping his nose in what could be considered a bow. Far from the long arched neck dip he'd presented his mares within the beginning. Hopefully she'd follow along when he turned to move up the path into the heart of the ridge. The trek itself wasn't very long but the sound of the gentle pitter patter of summer drizzle was picking up. Soon there would be a heavy downfall that would most likely last through the early morning. "Ay, Nocturne, ain? Where are joo from anyway?" he cocked his head to the side, watching her with a dark eye. N I K O L A |
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