Posted on August 8, 2012 at 00:58:01 AM by Aliyana
| Mare - Lusitano - Palomino - 15.3hh - 5
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"Come one Momma! Fogive me?"
During her constant pacing and thinking, a large black shape had thrust itself forward again, in her line of vision, and she was sent back with a shrill squeal. She glared daggers at her grown son, and Jabber just being himself returned it with a smirk on his lip's. What were they bickering about this time? It all had to do with a little dead mouse Jabber thought he could give his momma as a 'gift'. What a wonderful morning it had been for her, the smell of a dying animal still tickled her nostrils. Giving a shake of her head, she pushed her golden frame past her son. "What you did was wrong," she said over her shoulder, hoping they could part then and there. Seems Jabber had his own plan's. His pounding hooves sounded behind her, and she pushed herself forward giving a swift buck to send him away. Despite her love for her firstborn, he was a pain in her ass. Nikola had better be chasing him off soon, she thinks eyes narrowed as she ran across the rocky surface of the ridge. A nip to her rear had her spinning in place almost, and her head collided with her son's massive barrel, for he had tried to turn to avoid the collision. "Oops," he laughs, stumbling back. Now Ali wasn't one to truly show her anger, but Jabber was really pushing it. Sighing, she tilted her face up at her annoying child, but something in the corner of her eye caught her attention then. Another golden figure? "Momm-?" Jabber's voice cut off when he noticed where his momma was heading, and like a protective stallion, he went after her, despite the warning kick she tried yet again to aim at him. His laughter annoyed her at the moment, but the mare ahead of them held her interest more. A welcoming nicker echoed in the distance between herself and the mare. Scenting the smell of another unknown male, Jabber stopped where he was, about 5 long strides away from the pair. He thought about going for his father, but not risking his mother alone, he would simply sit by and watch. Settling himself along a few crumbled up rocks, he let his roman sloped nose fall to the ground where he grazed. Ali gave a brief glance to her son, glad the ebony brute had decided to keep his distance, before going closer to the pretty lady. "Welcome to the ridge," she say's a smile on her lip's. "I'm Aliyana, and that," she jerked her head toward the grazing brute, "is my son Jabberwocky. He won't be joining us, so don't worry." Like Jabber she too had scented the strange male on her, and was probably guessing the women wouldn't want another stallion around her. | |
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