Posted on July 12, 2017 at 01:08:43 AM by Dragomir
 He had debated going to the Inlet; the place in which he had been born. But the near white stallion knew it was pointless, he had gone from the island long ago with his family and they would not have returned to such a frigid land. But if they did come back, perhaps they would have found refuge in the place that would always hold his father's heart; the forest. So among the lapping waves of the rocky shore, Dragomir emerged. His long white mane laid plastered to his thick snowy neck while water rolled off his white frame and down his thick red tail that now fully drug the ground at his heels. Raising his red crown, his right blue eye and left brown with blue speckles looked among the tall guardians that could be no other than the forest. But even in the afternoon's light he saw no movement; no sign of life. Dropping his head level with his knees and adding a snort, Dragomir picked his way among the rocks until he had left the shore and now drifted quietly among the trees. Pink nose flaring, he did not catch the scent of his family, only the disappointing smell of one mare who had apparently taken control of this territory by how strong her perfume lay everywhere. With a deep breath, Dragomir let out a bellowing call that echoed with among the trees of his presence, beckoning to the mare who lived here. Maybe she could answer a few of his questions. Dragomir stallion | 14.3hh | chestnut tovero | belonging to the no where |
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- better give my heart a listen - By PERSEPHONE July 12, 2017 at 07:44:42 PM
- Of little faith - By Dragomir July 14, 2017 at 04:26:42 PM
- better give my heart a listen - By PERSEPHONE July 17, 2017 at 10:14:39 PM
- Of little faith - By Dragomir July 14, 2017 at 04:26:42 PM
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