cuba libre Posted on February 28, 2020 at 02:42:23 AM by Bacardi
Bacadi looked up quickly when he heard another’s call; his wolfish amber gaze landing on the young filly. She was younger than him; a foal where he is a yearling. For a split second he debated blowing her off to try and find older company, but then thought better of it. With a smile the painted boy walked over to her, his ears cupped forward and his two toned tail raised slightly.
“Hello” he greeted, his voice coming out a bit higher pitched than he would’ve liked. At his age, his voice was changing. Sometimes it would come out with the deeper baritones of a stallion, while other times it came out the squeak of a colt. Bacardi felt instant embarrassment this would be one of those times it squeaked. Clearing his throat a bit, he tried to move passed it. “My name is Bacardi, what is yours?” He asked, his voice coming out a bit deeper this time.
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