No-one ever seems to come for the scenery anymore.
Like most of the men that come stumbling in here the tall buckskin is without a home and much like his predecessors, the newcomer seems to think that the answer lies within the bachelor herd. My dark orbs run the length of his body and though it was only months ago that I too had stood under the scrutinising gaze of a local, I make no attempt to make him feel comfortable nor do I hide my judgmental stare. ”Is that right?” I reply, a whiff of smugness entwined in my gruff voice. ”And what makes you think that we want you?” I ask through an entertained smirk.

I had received much the same greeting from Felony upon my arrival, the stagnant stallion seeing me only as another mouth the feed and another soul to use. It had weighed heavy on my pride; I was once a feared loner and submitting to another felt as unnatural as walking on two legs. I did eventually get over it, embracing the lifestyle and my place among the men but recently I have adopted the desire to be more than just another face. I want my name to be known and I want the hierarchy to see just how brilliant my mind is.

”We do have our fair share of middle aged slackers but if you think you have something to offer, by all means find Rade. I last saw him near the western border” I grunt as I step away from the buckskin turning my nose to the north. I will find somewhere downwind to observe the brute on his travels and insure he does not leave with any of our mares. ”The names Fallo by the way and I suggest you remember it. You might need it one day” I add as I walk away.

OOC// crappy crappy post sorry! Haven’t played Fallo in a while >.<

FRIESIAN MUTT | SIXTEEN TWO HANDS | TWELVE YEARS