Posted on November 1, 2012 at 04:53:36 PM by el cardo and sato
el cardo
sweet like the clover, ANY
 They hadn’t need to wait long for the stallion of the Dunes to arrive, his presence was large in comparison to that of Sato’s slight figure. The sabino colt nodded his head respectfully to the larger stallion his manners never forgotten. It was one thing his mother always drilled him on, she told him it was something her mother taught her and her mother and so on. Hello, I am Sato and this is my mother El Cardo.” He nodded his head toward the thin golden mare trotting towards them with pinned back ears. He hopped that she would forgive him and come out of her foul mood for the stallion. We need him to like us. Sato felt her warm nose against his shoulder. El Cardo watched as the chocolate stallion approached his proximity to her Sato making her uneasy. Other equines tended to take their thin frames as a sign of weakness. She couldn’t blame them really, they did look like starving drowned rats. Her ears perked up as she chuckled at the thought her nose moving along sato with a smile on her soft lips. The golden mare turned warm honey eyes towards the stallion drawing herself up into her frame after a nod. “We mean no harm, but I think its safe to wager you had already guessed that.” El Cardo reached out with nose to offer her breath in peace hoping to move would not reward her with a new wound. After her withdrawal she eyed him up silently accessing the thickness of his muscles a clear sign of his strength and the decent layer of flesh over ribs. She smiled again the action softening the bone structure of her pleasant face. ”You wouldn’t happen to have room on your territory for a few more equines would you?” Sato smiled at the stallion as well his mother’s friendliness easing some of his tension. “I was wondering in particular if you had room for a second?” He shifted on his hooves in nervousness but picked up his head no daring show weakness. The sun warmed their backs quickly drying up the colder water as the summer winds chased away the spring. The sand around them seemed to have a life of its own the comings and goings had the colt well entrapped while they had waited for the stallion to come. mother of the illegitimate palomino sabino colt, Sato |
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- Let there be fire. - By BADR November 2, 2012 at 08:12:25 PM
- sweet like the clover - By el cardo and sato November 8, 2012 at 05:51:07 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR November 30, 2012 at 07:15:45 PM
- sweet like the clover - By el cardo and sato November 8, 2012 at 05:51:07 PM
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