Posted on August 28, 2017 at 03:47:50 AM by Dragomir
 Despite his delicate nares flaring to draw in the scents around him, Dragomir did not pick up the salt tinged perfume of the forest. So as her call rang out, the stallion’s hooves immediately stopped their motion and his head turned while ears pushed forward just in time to catch his name. Her appearance seemed strange; foreign, but not in the slightest bad. He had only ever seen her surrounded by trees so in this different background, it almost made her seem unreal. But she was not; the painted stallion had not quite lost his mind. As she drew nearer the painted stallion was finally able to pull in her scent and he turned to fully face her while waiting for her to join him. “Greetings, Persephone. I hadn’t expected any visitors.” He said, giving a small bob of his head to the mare who was of equal standing to him. But was she? Persephone had been so self assured in her home, unlike himself. This place was still just as foreign to him as it was seeing her here. And, if he was being quite honest with himself, Dragomir still didn’t quite feel comfortable with the humidity that constantly clung to his skin and lungs. “I hope this is a friendly visit?” he asked, trying to draw his mind back to the present and not of his regretful decisions. Dragomir stallion | 14.3hh | chestnut tovero | belonging to the ridge |
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- better give my heart a listen - By PERSEPHONE August 30, 2017 at 07:13:13 PM
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