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we are the walking dead *
Posted on August 18, 2013 at 06:20:41 PM by asp *

the coffin is moving
comfortable enough to cock one of his hind legs, the hoof resting at the tip in the sand. He swung his white and brown head around to nibble gently at her withers, a relaxed expression in his eyes despite the way his ears moved atop his head. Erratic they were, and Asp was always on guard even if he didn't look like it.

Her voice was accented with the flavors of another realm, and the stallion found it intriguing. He liked new things (as long as they weren't dangerous new things) and he flicked his ears so he could hear everything she had to say.

�Of course,' he said, his voice gravelly.

�Have you scouted out a good place to weather it,' he asked, removing his muzzle from her withers as he did.

Asp didn't necessarily want to be on the beach when the storm hit. Even though the autumn grasses were sweet and the smell of the raging sea was heady, Asp much preferred to stay beneath the evergreens. It was especially more important to him because he knew-without-really-knowing that the mare beside him was carrying his foal.

And nothing would happen to her or that foal as long as Asp was around!

asp *
five . quarter horse . red dun min. overo [ee/Aa/DD/nO] . 15.3hh . stallion . the inlet . played by hashtag

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