Posted on September 5, 2015 at 07:35:56 AM by STRACK
STRACKIt is not long after Strack has halted his wandering atop the harrowing cliff that he is approached and, effectively, cordoned off from the rest of the Dunes. He finds this curious, having sensed no inhabitants of the territory other than their fading smells, but perhaps the winds had betrayed him, and because of this he frowns. Pivoting on his muscled hindquarters, the mottled stallion places the cliff at his rear (which is, admittedly, uncomfortable, but he would be much safer to face the mare head-to-head rather than attempt to scurry passed her should she attempt to eject him from the Dunes). His dark brown eyes rove her face and the expression upon it, and while he finds no mark of hostility, the commanding tone of her voice tells him more than enough.
The Akhal-Teke is joined by a bay Arabian, his scent drawing Strack's attention to him quite swiftly. The stallion, presumably the same stallion from whom Strack had pilfered the Dunes, remains silent for the time being, and so the mottled dun turns his gaze back to the black mare. He offers her a pleasant enough grin and turns his ears forward so that they stand alert in her direction, but the muscles in his legs, in his chest, in his hinds remain taut in preparation, "I suppose I should be asking you to do the same, yes?" Strack's eyes watch the pair closely when he pauses. His dark tail slaps periodically against his flank, and with little indication of concern, he continues, "If it is a home you are seeking, you are both welcome to remain within the Dunes."
Quite sure that his statement will do nothing to sedate the mare or the former King of the Dunes, Strack squares his stance and lowers his head to his broad chest. However, his polite smile remains and the Nez Perce waits patiently to see how their situation will unfold.
He's never had a welcoming party before — he supposes it has the potential to be quite nice, if it does not end in an attempt to shove him over the cliff and into the tumultuous sea behind him.
THE SUN SAID, "IT HURTS TO BECOME,"
The Akhal-Teke is joined by a bay Arabian, his scent drawing Strack's attention to him quite swiftly. The stallion, presumably the same stallion from whom Strack had pilfered the Dunes, remains silent for the time being, and so the mottled dun turns his gaze back to the black mare. He offers her a pleasant enough grin and turns his ears forward so that they stand alert in her direction, but the muscles in his legs, in his chest, in his hinds remain taut in preparation, "I suppose I should be asking you to do the same, yes?" Strack's eyes watch the pair closely when he pauses. His dark tail slaps periodically against his flank, and with little indication of concern, he continues, "If it is a home you are seeking, you are both welcome to remain within the Dunes."
Quite sure that his statement will do nothing to sedate the mare or the former King of the Dunes, Strack squares his stance and lowers his head to his broad chest. However, his polite smile remains and the Nez Perce waits patiently to see how their situation will unfold.
He's never had a welcoming party before — he supposes it has the potential to be quite nice, if it does not end in an attempt to shove him over the cliff and into the tumultuous sea behind him.
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- REVOLVE WITHIN. - By VALVE September 7, 2015 at 03:29:54 AM
- "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar September 9, 2015 at 00:56:50 AM
- so let's get high here in the moonlight - By STRACK September 10, 2015 at 00:05:54 AM
- "Uzay tutmak sonsuzluk sizi." - By gabbar September 9, 2015 at 00:56:50 AM
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