Posted on November 10, 2016 at 03:23:57 AM by Ruger
Ruger stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf Regret? No, not necessarily. Ruger was a bit stumped though that someone could act like her and it brought a small frown to his features, but only because he didn’t understand. The painted brute had never been around kindness aside from Zimri; and even then, her company was and is limited. Being born and raised in the Lagoon had done no favors for the stallion but he takes the talkative little mare the best he could, following what she said so maybe he could answer it all. “Well, why don’t we talk and walk? Unless of course you don’t want me to tour the territory?” Ruger suggested before he moved on to her questions. “I’ve mainly just spent my time on Luthien and the Crossing; though I did stay for a stint on the main lands.” The stallion explained before taking a stride away from the shoreline and towards the territory, helping himself whether she really wanted him here or not. What could the pony mare do? Kick him out? He snorted at the thought. He picked his way carefully through the rocks and closer to the trees, his nose flaring for any sort of danger and picked up the faint scent of wolf; the same threat that was in the Lagoon so he simply shrugged it off. “Luthien is very similar to the Crossing. If you wanted, I’m sure that you could join me in a trip to the Prairie. I have a friend there, his name is Shamwari.” Ruger explained, casting a wolfish glance over to the little mare. |
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