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Meadow

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

~ to run is to die tired.



shire x // stallion // 18 hh / Sooty Dunalino Roan Pintaloosa




Tyr holds no surprise at her continued retorts, and sharp remarks. There was nothing left at his expense; between the size of his body and the size of his brain. But the stallion only continues to stand at ease, completely unruffled by her attitude, as the smirk still held on his lips suggests. Only the sound of her laugh, even if it is stifled, brings his ears forward a bit further. It seemed the mare wasn’t only made of poison and hate and he wouldn’t mind hearing that sound again.


“Excited as I might be at the prospect of a gaggle of women falling at my feet, I think I’ve found the perfect repellant of such luxuries.” Tyr replied, letting his gaze give her an obvious look over; drifting down her neck, chest and along her legs. He takes his time as his eyes work their way back up, again settling on her face, meeting her mismatched eyes. “And be as it may, at least in my disproportioned brain, I have remembered to give my name.” Whereas, he still waited for her’s, if she was even going to give it. It was then, his smirk grew just a little bit bigger.


“Unless the arrival of such a special mare is open to the wide varieties of names I could call her instead?” Tyr replied, more than happy to give her such sugary names best fitting to her sweet personality.

Tyr ~ the tip of the spear ~

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