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we are the walking dead *
Posted on August 7, 2013 at 01:05:10 AM by asp *

the coffin is moving
He didn�t know much about the other islands except the largest one (the Crossing.) Asp had been fortunate enough to wash up on Tinuvel after the long, arduous swim from the main land where he had left his bachelor herd and decided to make a name for himself elsewhere. From Tinuvel he had swum again, snatched up his first mare, Dragonmaw, who he assumed was where he had left her�grazing comfortably in one of the small meadows by the beach.

He had assumed before going to the Crossing that the Inlet was empty, void of any kind of equine inhabitants. Asp hadn�t looked very hard, though, and when he discovered a faint mare-smell�accompanied by some other smell�while he was scuffling around in some underbrush, he wasn�t exactly surprised. Curious, of course, because her smell was foreign and because there was another scent that went along with hers�Asp snorted and his breath fogged in the cold air.

It was snowing, and while most of his instincts told him he ought to return to Dragonmaw (funny how his instincts were always telling him to go back to her,) Asp pulled himself through the brush. Twigs clung to his mane and tail but he came out relatively unscathed except for a small sliver of a scratch on his shoulder.

The dun stallion picked up a ground-eating trot and soon found himself before the clearly older mare and�

A colt.

Asp�s ears flick back and he lifted his head higher, uncertain about the boy�s presence. He wasn�t old enough to be a threat, but Asp knew that mares were never very friendly when their children were involved. Some of them could be downright vicious if they thought their kids were in danger!

So Asp approached carefully, trying to make as much noise as he could. It was difficult, for normally horses moved silent as snowfall; just to be absolutely sure she knew he was coming, Asp whickered gently and halted a few respectful yards away.

He kept one ear pinned on the foal and both eyes on the mare, just in case.

�Who are you,� he asked evenly, snorting and bobbing his head.

�And what are you doing here?�

It was forward and to the point, almost uncomfortably so, but Asp wasn�t sure what else to say.

asp *
five . quarter horse . dun [ee/Aa/DD/nO] . stallion . the inlet . played by hashtag

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