Posted on December 26, 2019 at 08:09:47 PM by Cherokee
Cherokee knew that Ivar may come looking for her one day but she would fight him tooth and nail when that came. Thankfully she hadn't need to try to fight or escape cullen he traded her. Which for now would do. A normal run herd was all that she sought, she didn't care who ran it or how they ran as long as it had a stallion and mare leaders. She hated living in a land where the majority of the horses were stallion's. To her a stallion herd was for the young stallions learning their way and figuring out how to be a stallion. It was no place for a mare and soon be born foal. She hadn't been wondering long when she heard a whinny. She could tell it was from a younger horse maybe a yearling or so. Her ears perk forward as the colt now wanders her way and she stops. She observes his posture, most likely a son of the ones who led the herd? He couldn't possibly be the lead, maybe being groomed to become one. So polite, Mam not sure anyone's addressed me that way it seems your parents have taught your right young ladShe says and then listens as he gives his name and who his mother was. Well Ironclad it is a pleasure to meet you I am Cherokee and I was traded here from the lagoonShe says. She was quiet pleased to be greeted by such a colt. Better greeting then she recieved from Ivar that was for sure. She would have to let his parents know how polite he was and that they did a wonderful job at raising him. She glanced back at her body as he asked.no, they are just part of my coloring. There a few with this coloring my mother called it BrindleShe said softly looking back at him.When I was young I pretended that they were from war because others would look at me like I was some bad jokeShe said calmly. Cherokee:.:Mare:.:10:.:15HH:.:Red roan Brindle:.:Katie |
