Octavius
stallion | 18.0hhs | Lost son of nowhere
Shifting large hooves upon the sand, Octavius let his ears flick upon his head. He was curious, but he held that little part of him back when his eyes flicked over to the stallion he had stumbled upon. This stallion before him was patchworked with different colors, making Octavius take a faint moment to fully take in this other stallion. His own thick frame was patchy in other ways, but it was nothing as intriguing as what stood before him and it almost had him stepping back to try and fully take in this horse.
Blinking then, he tilted his head at the stallion's words. From the scent of the border of the beach and this stallion's own scent, it did not take very long for Octavius to put two and two together now that he was not struck by the colors. “I am searching for a home.” Octavius’s deep voice broke the silence that held the air after the other stallion. His ears flicked forward then as he let his head straighten back out and stood there as if he was not a child curious about a box of crayons.
“My name is Octavius. I come in search of a home and am willing to do as needed in order to succeed in that endeavor.” Octavius will do whatever it takes to make himself safe where he lived. Yes, he had been safe in the Peak. Yet, the draft stallion did not wish to live in a place full of angry mares that could taint his sister's mind if she was not careful. That was the main reason he was here. He wanted to build himself a safe haven and move Axelle here. The air was dryer, which would be easier upon her lungs and throat.
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