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we are the walking dead *
Posted on March 3, 2014 at 11:23:27 PM by asp *

the coffin is moving
�I'd be happy to go with you.�

Asp's attention turned to the mare, but before he shifted his eyes they lingered a long moment on the stallion. When he'd taken a step forward, Asp hadn't moved away, having decided already that he wasn't afraid. Like the mare, the red dun was pretty fearless, even in the wake of angry fathers. Still, he kept a wary ear trained on the bay, just in case.

�See, now, there's a smart girl.�

Asp turned his attention back to the mare's sire, who looked like he was really caught between a rock and a hard place. Asp snorted, pleased that he was part of causing of such discomfort, and flicked his tail to let the other stallion know he didn't feel guilty one bit. He nodded when the bigger stallion relented and placed the mare into Asp's proverbial clutches, and said,

�Wise choice, buddy. Name's Asp, and we'll be leaving.�

But it was the big bay who left first, leaving a pleased-as-punch Asp and a cream colored mare he did not know. She was talking at him again, a sly look in her eyes. Asp wondered what that meant.

�I'll leave 'em alone,' he agreed, but he wasn't sure for how long. The mare was collateral, but given Asp's track record, he wouldn't let her go unless someone took her from him. Or she wandered away and he couldn't be bothered to follow.

�We'll be weatherin' the rest of spring in the meadows. After that, who knows. Was gonna be here,' Asp grumbled the last bit and snorted wetly, snot blowing from his nostrils.

�C'mon.�

He shot a look at the trees where the stallion had vanished as he moved around the creamy mare and lowered his head to snake her toward the beach.

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

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