Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on September 25, 2019 at 11:51:32 PM by M.O.N.S.T.E.R.
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She could practically see those wheels turning. His eyes seemed to be judging her, even now. She knew she wasn't the type some stallions would like but that didn't bother her. She would change for no one. She was raised to be strong and independent, not a gullible lackey to follow around her lead stallion like a lost puppy. She would raise her future children to be strong as well and do any stallion proud. The right ones, at least. If a stallion couldn't handle her spirit, then he didn't deserve her strong brood. Mares like her were a dime a dozen. Anyone could walk into the free lands and find a docile soul just looking for a free hand out and a safe place to stay. You could build a herd in no time with that but would it be a capable herd, able to withstand time and the challenges of nature? He didn't seem to like being teased, either. He tilted his head, asking why he would like Rougaru coming for her. Her lips curled in a sneer as she arched a brow. "You may not like him, but I'm sure you don't mind seeing a mare put in her place, especially a proud one." She dared him to deny it but felt sure he wouldn't, at least not outright. Maybe he'd spin it and offer some wit as a response. She looked forward to seeing how he chose to go about it. He said he didn't care for her name and she chuckled, shaking her head. "So, nicknames are more your style? Ok, Cherry, I can work with that." He seemed to only grow more irritated the longer they talked. She knew Rougaru couldn't seem to get along with anyone, really, but maybe she was beginning to understand why he couldn't get on with this particular stallion. No sense of humor. What a shame. Was he all droll and seriousness? That was no way to go through life. He seemed only bent on trying to offend or insult her now. Did he really think she had feelings he could touch, let alone hurt? Her skin only tingled with possibility. She tossed her head with a laugh. "You leave me? Oh, if only, apple slice. I found you, not the other way around. I think you'll find the instructions undecipherable on this particular tool." With a snort, she turned her haunches to the stallion but glanced back one last time. "I'm sure you'll get to tell your sweet innocent Sanibel as much yourself some time soon, but do make sure you leave some honey for that handsome colt of hers. He does look so much like his father." With a tsk in the back of her throat, the painted mare chuckled and galloped off back toward the waves. Monster_mare_3yo_American Paint Horse Mutt_14hh_grullo and white tobiano coat_white mane& black tail_one blue eye and one brown eye_bound to none_Atlantis Paradise |
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