Lionheart stood there for what he thought was hours. His large body was working on trembling as pain radiated from his flanks and hips, coating his mind in its inky tendrils. He wanted sanctuary and a place he could rest to heal for a while, just enough safety to not be afraid of running and ruining any progress that he would make with his healing. It was not easy to heal from cat scratches, let alone the certain deeper marks he held on his flanks to the cat having tried to ride him like a human.


Hearing hooves on the sand, Lionheart opened his once closed eyes and set them upon an arabian bred stallion. The scent of the territory seemed to bleed from this other horse and it gave the large stud an inkling of who this horse was. Hearing his words though, Lionheart gave a faint chuckle as he shifted his hooves and hid the limp that came from a long ago injury. “That is a fact sadly. I hope you are the one I have called for?” Lionheart did not want to cause a ruckus incase this stallion was not the lead and would go report back and get him into even more trouble.

LIONHEART

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stallion | 17hhs | flaxen chestnut pangare | of the atlantis wilds

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