Posted on November 5, 2016 at 03:19:20 PM by Ruger
Ruger stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf
Instead of being greeted by a shaggy mammoth it was a little fuzzy brown pony mare. Her call of greeting brought Ruger to a stop, his head raising and ears perking as his golden eyes spotted her. A shy smile lingered on her face, her eyes that of a gentle soul. Nothing about this little mare screamed hostile or even remotely unfriendly. She certainly wasn’t in charge of this territory. Ruger extended his nose out to her at first, offering to exchange breaths before pulling back into his own space again. “I’m not looking for the Queen, or the Knights Guard.” He said, his gruff voice slipping free of his lips on a wispy cloud of warm air that curled among the cold and up towards the sky. His nearly harsh voice matched the hardness in his wolfish gaze, but Ruger wasn’t here for trouble. It was just part of his personality he hadn’t mastered controlling yet. The stallion lifted his gaze passed her, making sure no one else was following or over seeing this interaction but it seemed this mare was completely alone. Ripe for the taking, should he have still been with the Lagoon. Golden eyes dropping back down to her, he let his perked ears flick back in a listening manner before pushing them forward again, a habit he had gotten when he tried not to be overbearing. “I’m not here for trouble. Only for company. I’ve never been to this Island before.” Ruger offered, not wanting her to get the wrong idea about him. |
I am the nightmare that became reality
Ruger
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- I am the nightmare that became reality - By Ruger November 10, 2016 at 03:23:57 AM
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