The warm breeze rushed through Valve’s mane, twisting and twirling and lifting it away from her long, lithe neck. She needed some time away from the dunes to reflect—however briefly that may last. The herd was small but strong, and Valve intended to keep it that way. Any who sought her lands out looking for ample sustenance would be sorely disappointed, as there was not much to be had. She would not allow the herd to grow beyond it’s means; such a picture was not especially pretty.
She walked slowly, deliberately and with purpose. The common lands were useful for observation. Others from distant lands often ended up here first and she found it useful to see exactly who they were and how they behaved. Valve needed information and this was a fine place to get it.
A stallion caught her eye and she stopped to watch him for a moment. He was also an Akhal-Teke, and he was alone. It seemed that more and more of her kind were coming to the islands lately. Interesting. The dark mare nickered a quiet greeting and approached him, her dark ears pricked forward attentively. Perhaps this one would know why.
VALVE
slenderman x black heart machine
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