The Lost Islands
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Meadow

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

i do what i want
Posted on September 15, 2020 at 11:29:53 PM by Kamekaze



He didn't know if he would run into another stallion or a mare on the Crossing. He only knew that he was bored and wanted companionship of some kind, whether it was harmless flirting or making a new friend. He would even play with a foal at this point, just to use up some extra energy. He'd thought about adventuring out to the other islands but wasn't sure how much fun that would actually be. Since he was already part of a herd, he would probably just get chased out by everyone for thinking he was coming to steal a mare or something. He would never force a mare to do something she didn't want to, but if she wasn't happy where she was and needed an escort, he certainly wouldn't turn down a pretty face. Alas, he felt it safer to go to the Crossing on neutral ground and see if anyone else was looking for company. That way, he wasn't imposing on anyone's territory and he could talk to whoever he liked.

He saw the smaller grullo paint mare up ahead as he was racing across the meadow but he didn't think to slow down. She didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry as she meandered across the field and he didn't want to interrupt if she already had plans in mind. He tried to cut around her but the slick grass wasn't the easiest to veer on so he only just made it around her. "Oh, parden me!" He called back to her in his most polite manner as he zoomed past, hoping he didn't upset her. He kept an ear flicked back in case she cursed at him or something but instead he heard the sudden call and put on his brakes with a vengeance. His hind legs coiled beneath him as he slid in the grass. With a rattling snort, he spun back around to face her with a surprised look on his face as if to say "you talking to me?" He was sure the call was meant for him. Tossing his head, he pranced toward her but not too close, in case she didn't like to be crowded.

Now that he wasn't running, he was able to make out more about her. She seemed younger, like a young adult but not a child. She smelled of a herd but he didn't detect a strong stallion scent on her. Odd. Did her herd not house stallions? He heard there were places like that on the islands, herds made up of mares, even the leader. Questions in his eyes, he tilted his head and flared his nostrils as he reached out his muzzle to exchange breaths. "Hello, miss. I'm Kamekaze of the Badlands. Were you calling me?" He needed to make sure he wasn't just rudely coming after her, after all.


Kamekaze_stallion_7yo_American Paint Horse Mutt_15hh_buckskin tovero coat_white/black mane & tail_blue eyes_bound to none_Salem Badlands




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