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Meadow

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

Hell on heels




Firestorm cocked her head at Wendigo’s words. Being the simpleton she was, Firestorm would look around, would point her nose up into the air so she could breathe in. That was a mistake. All she received was the deeper stink of death, and if it were possible to dry heave, she would have. Instead, she snorts out heavily with the shake of her head, dramatically stomping her front feet, like it might somehow help that god awful stink leave her.

It didn’t.

With a cough and a huff, she lashed her tail and paced a step or so aside. “ ...N-nawh, it just reeks. “ But, she left it at that, after her fit. She would look quizzically to the strange mare. If this was any indication as to why she didn’t have any friends, Firestorm understood why. But surely, that wasn’t reason enough to live a life of solitude? She may have hated that bastard of a stallion she’d run from, but she had grown quite close to her herdmates. But Firestorm wasn’t about to let a bunch of social ties keep her from the happiness she always thought that horizon had waiting for her, if only she had the courage to chase it.

“ Why don’t you tell me about it? “ she offered, and paced another stop away, “ Preferably over here t’let the departed sleep? “



RED ROAN / 14 HANDS / MUSTANG / MARE / PLAYED BY GLORY


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