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we'll ride in the gathering storm [herd cont]





Dögun


We'll ride in the gathering storm





As the grullo grazes underneath the branches of the pine's boughs, their limbs offering relief from the mid-afternoon sun. Even though summers were not as sweltering as that of the other islands, it was heat after all that this grullo had never become accustomed to. All of his life he had lived in a climate such as this one and could not imagine, living on one of the hotter islands. Only a few minutes have passed when the silence is broke by the sound of another horse making its way through the underbrush. Soon a golden palomino appears before him, the trees casting strange patterns across her gilded coat. It was Latte, the mare that he had befriend only a few days before, she was one of the only ones to have stayed after the other stallion Warsaw abandoned the Inlet. Her voice fills the void between them. ""I would so like to meet the others Dogun. If the offer is still available?"


Of course the offer would stand, he was not the kind to force someone from their home."Of course the offer still stands, I would want you to stay here where you feel at home." As they begin to start a conversation, the sound of familiar hooves reach his dark tipped ears... those of K1A1. As she approaches she does not speak, just settles in amongst the shadows. Dögun gives K1A1 a nod to acknowledge that she was here, he had taken quite a liking to the mare, she was unique. But he feared that she was becoming bored with day to day tasks and needed something of a challenge. He contemplates quietly what such a task could be.


Dark eyes wander falling upon the chestnut form of Macabre and her playful colt, a smile touches his lips. As the pair approaches Dögun eyes wander over the colt as he presses into his mother's chest, a bit of concern crosses his mind, Macabre seemed tired but Shiraz was exhausted. Dropping his dark crown lower, his chocolate eyes pass over Shiraz, speaking to both of them. His voice soft. "How is Shiraz today?" He figured the foal probably would not answer but he wanted to know of the colt's health. Lifting his dark crown, his russet eyes fall on Freya, a sigh escapes his lips, he had been wanting to speak with her again, it seemed as if these days they both were wrapped in the duties of herd life. As Freya, kindly offers her name to Latte, the newest member of the herd, she seems to put any newcomer at ease.


Shortly after Freya's arrival, Sigrún arrives, she was the picture of health, her grullo coat glistens under the filtering sun, she had been reclusive. He had hardly seen her around since arriving here in the Inlet, he would have to seek her out soon to try to start some sort of conversation with her. Russet eyes pass from one face to the other, all seeming curious as what he was to say, to be honest, half the time he was unsure of what he would say. Pondering what he would say, his thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of Grai, as always the chestnut was cheerful and talkative. Nodding towards Grai, he finds his company enjoyable. "Hello Grai." His words are friendly.


A flash of pure white draws his attention... Silver. She approached quietly, he supposed not trying to draw to much attention to herself, but Bastian on the other hand was not interested in a quiet meeting. As the colt bursts from his mothers side, his path straight to Macabre. With amusement Dögun watches the events unfold.


Dögun waits until all have settled down before he clears his throat, drawing the attention back on himself. Soon fall would be upon them, shortly after winter... He wanted to make sure each of them were ready for the change of seasons. "We have some new faces here in the Inlet with us." Focusing his attention on Latte. "This is Latte. I am sure that none of you have met her as of yet." As he finishes his sentence he waits for any introductions before continuing. "With autumn upon us, we need to start thinking of Winter and the threat of the cold. We will need to help each other out as much as possible. So please feel free to mingle, and keep an eye on each other." Looking to Grai, he waits for him to perhaps add his two cents about the upcoming seasons.

ooc: please reply in any order you want... If you don't want to reply you don't have to. :)


Icelandic | Grullo [ Ee aa Dd] | 13.2 hh
King of the Inlet






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