Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 16, 2017 at 00:16:45 AM by Ruger
Ruger stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf
Strength; the Lagoon might have been lacking it, but this storm wasn't. Ruger had found himself a thick stand of trees to hide from the pelting rain, though it still soaked him through and through, washing away the muck and mire along with the salt from his journey here. Cleaner than he had been in a long time, the stallion's black flesh was darker than a raven's feather, and his white nearly glowed. It also allowed the thick muscle and scars from maturity and life to show more vividly without the dirt to cover it. Suddenly golden eyes appearing more lupine than equine spotted a familiar grey figure. With strength still lingering on his mind, it seemed it had just become enbodied. Pushing out of his hiding place, he made his way over to the mare without anymore thought of the storm now fully pelting his flesh. "Reginleif" he growled out, some how his wolfish tone could still be heard over the storm as his breath came out like a wave of fog as hot air met cold. "I believe we need to talk." He added, wondering if the powerful mare would give him the time he had requested or if she would attempt to send him away with hoof and teeth. |
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