Josh is a sight to behold as he stands awaiting a reply to his call. Strong muscles twitch idly beneath his blackened coat. Josh was darker in the winter, he always had been. Lately he'd been noticing a smell in the air; spring. Josh knew he still had a few weeks more of this thick fur coat before he was his usual handsome self.

Josh finds himself grateful for the presence of this younger coat when I breeze rolls in off the sea. 'Bloody cold that wind is.' Josh's thoughts retorted as the thoroughbred mix snorted and buried his tawny dusted ears into his strands. Boredom gave the stallion time to watch his breath rise up into the air, tumbling about like some wild creature. 'Dancing.' Josh proposed, a small smile gracing his brown lips.

Josh is just about to make his way deeper into the Inlet when he hears the sounds of, he presumes to be the lead approaching. The blackened stallions attempts to keep the same non-threatening stance as before, though he'd wanted these lands to himself; he could also settle for just being a beta.

As the paint splashed stallion nears him, Josh looks the stallion over closely. This new stallion is of the same frame though Josh clearly had the height advantage, meaning he was bigger. 'You have little experience fighting except for your time with the bachelors.' his inner voice nagged, and it was true. Josh had fought very little in his life, he wasn't a believer in violence settling things but of course sometimes force is necessary.

Josh's ears flicker forward at the other male's words. Josh thinks a moment before responding. "My name is Josh. I was looking to claim these lands, your smell was very faint here..." Josh adds, his caramel frosted lips forming a frown.

Josh rolls his well-muscled shoulders in what one could call the horse variant of a shrug, "I'm not sure what you'd like to do here."




'Thought.' "Speech."

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THOROUGHBRED MUTT - STALLION - SEAL BAY - SEVENTEEN HANDS - SEVEN - SCURVY