Goldenrod

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mare | 15.0hhs | buttermilk buckskin | of the desert

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The sound of hooves moving over sand and stone filled the once again silent desert. A call had been made only a short while ago, but obviously one of the few horses here in the Desert listened as black tipped ears flicked forward and honey colored eyes gleamed with a sense of… knowing?


Licking her dark lips, a buttermilk buckskin mare set her gaze upon the new owner of the Desert. Her white stripped face held a faint smile as she then dipped her frame, one leg sticking out as her chin touched against her chest. Goldenrod had been arrogant and irritating the last time she spoke to Asmodeus, but now she was acting as if he really was her king, when in reality he should have been from the moment she met him.


“King Asmodeus.” She spoke, her head rising after a decent amount of time being lowly for him. Her eyes flashed faintly with something dangerous, but she held it back as she rose up to her full height with her body poised. Goldenrod would never be something to this stallion, but she would be something to herself. Licking her lips again, the pale mare gave a faint smile. “I will be staying if you allow it.”