Posted on November 17, 2019 at 06:26:22 AM by Noctis
The young friesian cross colt stood there watching this new mare. She seemed down perhaps, she must not want to be here either. His own mother was wary of being here now or so he thought. When you watch your parents bicker all the time you begin to think its your fault and that what Noctis was beginning to think since neither of the two could come to an agreement or tell him why they hated each other so much. He glances over at the herd peacefully dozing or grazing. my mom the black one thier with the feathers on her hoovesHe said pointing toward her as well with his little muzzle. Then she says she not ready.its dangerous to be out here by yourself though, the coyotes might take you as a weak linkhe said calmly. He knew his mother was watching them out of the corner of her eye but knew she had little trust issues with mares so let him be. He watches as she looked back out over the ocean.You don't want to be here do you? Where is it you want to be? I could ask dad to you go if you really want to leaveHe said his little ears twitching. |
