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Excitement poured off the young mare so strongly, Bacardi was almost certain he could physically see it radiating around her. While her innocent eyes reminded him of a doe that would stop to watch him move through the Forest. He was reassured now that it had been the right thing to do, to approach her instead of letting someone else. Bacardi could imagine how horribly it would have gone, to have a domineering stallion rushing at her with snapping teeth, determined to drive her into the sea like some sort of rabid animal, to then hoard her in some territory like a prize.


“Perceptive.” he replied, when she asked why he was here if it was so dangerous. “My name is Bacardi. I’m Lead of the Forest.” the painted stallion introduced. “My title keeps me safe from others that might wish to take away my freedom, and drive me to their home.” he explained, hoping that she might better understand the dangerous situation she had placed herself in. The stallion offered a smile instead of the snapping teeth he had envisioned.


“If you’re looking for adventure, Syrah, I can take you to the Meadow or Falls.” Bacardi offered. “Or I can take you to Luthien, where I’m from, if you’ve never been there before.” Would she like the tall trees, and the bows over head with the sound of birdsong? Or perhaps she would like the open spaces of the Prairie, where the sky was always visible and the sea of grass sway like ocean waves. The painted stallion tried not to think of the latter; determined to let the young mare decide for herself where she wished to go.

mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the forest.

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