Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on September 22, 2023 at 00:22:47 AM by Martyr, Emerson, and Tribulation
As fresh from the sea as shore-washed kelp, the saltwater runoff was still dribbling from their mess of cannons and fetlocks. Emerson dared to think that she spied the stranger first, but she said nothing. Instead, her dark ears tip forward to show her attention to him, and her pale countenance twists to wholely look upon him. The eldest brother, the blue roan lingering at her side, has already set his eyes upon the passing blood-marked male. His words and the offer presented surprised them, made plain on their faces. This stranger's outright beneficence was not something they had expected.
The polite tones that came from the roan's mouth with laced with wariness. "What a gift you offer to complete strangers, sir. We would gladly accept your proposal, but, respectfully, I wonder at your generosity. Are you truly at ease with opening your land to us?" Emerson had wondered the same after the stallion's interests. Who were they to question so great a gift? Surely he'd understand their apprehensive incredulity.
The youngest of them, Tribulation, watches the red-hued stallion with passive interest. His is a quiet observation. Itching to wander, the youngling has little interest in remaining in one spot for very long. It's gotten in his blood: the urge to wander. A quandry musters languidly in his mind as he watches the interaction: would he really ask Martyr for leave to wander once they've found a haven, or would he simply steal away one night as he'd originally intended? His mismatched gaze of dark and silver flickered to his siblings and then back to the stallion, wondering if he'd take any offense at Martyr's question.
The polite tones that came from the roan's mouth with laced with wariness. "What a gift you offer to complete strangers, sir. We would gladly accept your proposal, but, respectfully, I wonder at your generosity. Are you truly at ease with opening your land to us?" Emerson had wondered the same after the stallion's interests. Who were they to question so great a gift? Surely he'd understand their apprehensive incredulity.
The youngest of them, Tribulation, watches the red-hued stallion with passive interest. His is a quiet observation. Itching to wander, the youngling has little interest in remaining in one spot for very long. It's gotten in his blood: the urge to wander. A quandry musters languidly in his mind as he watches the interaction: would he really ask Martyr for leave to wander once they've found a haven, or would he simply steal away one night as he'd originally intended? His mismatched gaze of dark and silver flickered to his siblings and then back to the stallion, wondering if he'd take any offense at Martyr's question.
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- to run all day without tiring; - By antares September 25, 2023 at 02:56:20 PM
- out of the misery, into the unknown - By Martyr, Emerson, and Tribulation October 4, 2023 at 09:43:19 PM
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