The yipping was getting closer to Scarecrow. His ears tucked against his head as fear contorted his facial features and had his fur almost standing on end. His golden eyes seemed to grow large and try to budge out of his head as he continued to pull on the rope. He needed to get away, but the thick rope wouldn't budge from the slot in between the branch and fallen log. He could feel the panic race in him, but he couldn't escape it if he wanted to in that moment.
Hearing hooves, Scarecrow turned his head from where he was staring at the ground tugging uselessly against the rope to see a rare colored beauty. His bright colored eyes stopped all movement to other places as he watched this small woman charge up like there was nothing to fear against these coyotes and drive them all away. Standing at almost four hands higher than this mare, Scarecrow suddenly felt a sour feeling in his gut, knowing that he couldn't rescue himself against these wild dogs but her small frame could.
Hearing her voice, Scarecrow nodded his head and then flinched with every whack she gave against the log, his body tensed and released so many times he almost stumbled when he tugged one last time and his back leg became free of the fallen object. Turning to her, Scarecrow listened intently before a faint smile colored his lips. It's a rope. He should elaborate, but he just couldn't get any words out as yet again her colorful frame had him entranced.
I am sorry you have to come to my rescue Miss Arannis. My name is Scarecrow. His voice was kind and soft, not the usual tone you heard from a large stallion. It was a deep timbre, but there was no real roughness to it. He took pride in that, but Scarecrow knew he was one of the rare few to have a pleasant voice for it not being used much.
SCARECROW
Stallion | 18hh | Black Tovero | Of The Lost Island Wilds
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