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Meadow

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

I open at the close (Asphara)

As the first rays of the morning sun gently brushed the horizon, casting a golden hue across the open meadows, Romaro, stood tall and proud among the vibrant green grass. His muscular frame and sleek coat gleamed, accentuated by his striking blue eyes that shimmered with a sense of curiosity and adventure.

Having left his home in the Shore behind for a few days, Romaro embarked upon a daring journey, crossing waters and navigating rugged beaches that eventually led him to the enchanting land known as the meadows. Along the way, he had encountered various equine companions, each with their own stories to share and destinies to fulfill. Their fleeting encounters whispered tales of danger, romance, and the unknown, igniting Romaro's natural curiosity and fueling his desire to explore.

As he stood in the calm serenity of the meadows, Romaro embraced the stillness of the early morning. The air danced with a gentle breeze that carried the sweet scent of wildflowers and fresh dew. His ears flicked forward, capturing the soft symphony of nature as birds chirped in harmony while butterflies fluttered from bloom to bloom.

With cautious grace, Romaro ventured toward a patch of tender grass, sinking his velvety muzzle down to graze peacefully. The taste of the lush, sweet blades delighted his senses and nourished his soul. Each bite was a reminder of his newfound freedom and the endless possibilities that lay before him.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting its warm glow upon Romaro's strong back, he closed his eyes momentarily, his mind wandering to the adventures that awaited him.

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