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we are the walking dead *
Posted on October 13, 2016 at 00:20:40 AM by asp *

the coffin is moving
�I know.�

He had not expected a thank you--or anything of the sort, and he found that his interest in her grew with that response. Asp had always had a thing for sass (he himself being fluent) and the more she frigidly regarded him, the more he wanted her to be his. An ear flicked down when he reminded himself that he had nowhere to bring her to--not yet--but once he did�

He shifted his weight, his muscles rippling along his shoulders and hips, wanting to touch her but knowing full well that he�d likely end up with a hoof to the face. And while that usually did not stop him, Asp did not want to risk ending his time in the Ridge this quickly.

�I find the two often go hand in hand,� he said, his tone lofty.

He cleared his throat after a moment of silence and cocked his head.

�I was curious. When I was younger, I called the Ridge home. Glad to see it hasn�t changed much, like so many other things on these islands.�

It was a pointed conclusion, but in reflection, Asp found that if a mare like this one called a territory home as its lead, he would have no qualms with following her.

...Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on the perspective,) it didn�t seem like any of the mares around were quite like her.

asp *
five . quarter horse . red dun [ee/Aa/DD/nO] . stallion . homeless . played by hashtag

(No worries, sorry for the ick that this post is. I'm having some RL issues that are making writing difficult.)

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[x] - By Dracaena October 21, 2016 at 11:00:23 AM

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