Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 6, 2023 at 11:29:01 PM by Vadim
Vadim stalks through the undergrowth like a predator; his eyes alight in the shadows like the lupine beasts that stalk the weak. He looked for the weak. Not the sick, nor starving. Not the feeble elders that were close to death’s door, or the injured that could no longer look after themselves. No, it was a different kind of weak. The sort driven by the season. The haze that seemed to envelope both young mares and stallions; though he had come to find that older women were not so blinded by such feelings. This growing knowledge made a crooked smile pull at his lips as he recalled all too vividly a sharp hoof to his shoulder for his advances. She had only been lucky that he hadn’t been quite in the mood.
As the lush grasses and thick trees gave way to an opening, Vadim realized that he had finally reached the Meadow, and nearly stepped straight into a massive gapping hole. The stallion’s prowess quickly fumbled, nearly leaving him altogether, but he managed to recover and not fall headfirst into the brand-new sinkhole. With an irritated snort, Vadim sidestepped the edge as his eyes glared down at what could have been his death. Too busy trying to flush out reclusive mares, and this thing had nearly eaten him. “F*** you.” he snarled out, ears laced back as if he could attack what was no longer there.
With a toss of his large head, his mane lifting from his neck and flopping over to the other side, Vadim stalked off in hopes to resume his mission without anymore interruptions.
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