Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on November 24, 2018 at 06:25:10 PM by Ruger
stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf As Wasp finally joined him, the stallion tossed his head which flung his two-toned mane wildly about his neck. As she passed in front of him a second time, her playful bucks contagious, Ruger couldn’t help but kick up his heels with a few crow hops before coming to a stop with her. Unlike Wasp who dropped her head and snatched at the grass, the stallion raised his higher and perked his ears to take in the scenery around them for any dangers. There were no other stallions nor predators which made it safe for them for the time being. With a snort, Ruger lowered his head and grabbed a few mouth fulls of grass next to the filly before he swallowed them down at her question. “I have always been told it is a view like no other place among the Islands.” He replied as he let his amber gaze rest on the younger horse. “And we only live once….” Ruger did not want to miss out. But his playful antics weren’t done just yet and he reached over, giving a few playful tugs to her shorter mane before giving another toss of his head. Pinning his ears, he pushed his shoulder into her, forgetting briefly that she might not see it as play but as the hardened stallion he truly was. But then he unpinned his ears and turned away from her, giving a few more awkward crow hops, not ever wanting to kick out in a real buck as he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her. |
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- Ain't life just awful strange - By Wasp December 21, 2018 at 04:04:29 PM
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