Falls

Dakotah could feel eyes following him for a short while; he did not take the time out to find the perpetrator until now. A smug smirk crept onto his face as he noticed the oddly colored mare just looking away from him. Turning his form towards her location he begins to slowly but surely make his way towards her.

“Its rude to stare, you know.” His voice hoarse. Stopping a few feet away from her, he drops his head to her level. He did not want to get too close as mares were so unpredictable these days and Dakotah was not into a frisky play at the moment. Had there not been a seething pain in his side then he’d be more than willing. She was an odd looking woman; spots receding down to her rear, her colors fading from it. She was unusual, different, something he always found more beautiful than so simple-looking one colored mares.

However, she wasn’t like her; his missing his possession. The whole reason he was back in this area once again. Dakotah knew she was not far and would find her eventually. But a detour is needed at this point. Perhaps this one here could keep him company in the mean time. He reached his muzzle out towards her, taking in her scent slowly before slowly pulling back. With a careless flick of his shadowed tail, the painted man dared to catch her eye.

“What’s your name, Mare? I must admit I’m curious to know since you seem to be so fond of me,” he joked. He couldn’t help himself with playing with her, it was in his nature after all.