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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

When one runs with the wolves, one must howl with the pack; (Rayna)



Emerald eyes follow the dappled gray pony stallion as he wandered off with nothing more than an amused chuckle and the flick of his knotted tail. Pale lashes blink slowly as takes in a deep breath before turning his gaze once more to the gray mare. His smile is almost shy, impish even as he struggles to clear his throat suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

He was nearly two now, the rise of testosterone strong in his veins. It opened up a whole new appreciation that he had long lay dormant in his mind. He almost missed the way the sun seemed to glisten upon her pale coat and the way her ash colored locks managed to frame her features in just the most alluring manner. He felt a warmth welling inside him. It was not an unpleasant warmth but well to be frank he was not quite sure what to do with it.

Once more he clears his throat and does his best to offer her a suave grin. "A boyfriend aye? No idea what that is exactly but I am a boy and well I can be your friend if you like." he says pausing a moment to once more let his emerald gaze travel up and down from her straight legs to her warm brown eyes. "Dont you have any.... boy...friends where you come from?" he asks suddenly thoroughly intrigued by her. "There are alot of other boys at home. None of them as hansom as me though" he adds with a playful laugh..


Beowulf
fate will unwind as it must;
pic courtesy of llanfair @ deviantart


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