Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on April 29, 2022 at 00:25:32 AM by Stieg
 just a little wanderer...
Spotted lips play with the tips of green grass as he glances around the meadow before him, long ears twitch slightly at the sounds of others as they interact with each other. Most parents would laugh and say "oh he'll grow into them!" legs like dirty granite pillars in an old Roman temple, not gonna lie they shook a bit. He knows he's nervous, he knows that nothing he does can control the flitters of his white coat over high haunches and shoulders. He is a perfect representation of his perch blood, thick in his veins, just a smaller version. He's a yearling, barely old enough to leave his mother let alone his herd on his own. Stieg didn't wanna, who wants to leave their herd? Their family? Not on purpose anyways. So here the little titan stands. On the edge of a new adventure, nervous as hell. "talks like this" S T I E G
|| of none x none || no home || || palomino leopard - sugarbush halequin x percheron - colt - yearling || || eighteen hands high when full grown || || father to none || |