toland
stallion | mustang x | Ee aa nD nZ nSb | 15.1hhs
"Huh?" Toland came to a halt, his head turning and his eyes finding the palomino that had just placed something into his silver mane. He didn't assume it to be anything bad; it didn't hurt, but at this angle he couldn't see what it was. What he could see, was just how pretty she was. Where had she even come from, for him to have missed her approach, or her existence. It made a shy smile start to tug at his lips until she introduced herself, and then the young stallion had to find his words instead.
"My name is Toland." The painted stallion managed to say without a tremble. His voice remaining steadfast, despite how he was feeling anything but that. "And uh..." The falls? The meadow? No, Toland knew his exploration of this island was suddenly cut short. A strange sense of possessiveness he had never experienced before, suddenly reared its ugly head within him, making the stallion afraid he might have to unwillingly share her attention. Toland didn't understand it, didn't know it was instincts from the autumn season making him feel that way. But he had to crush it, to be rid of it, before it might accidentally show. "Luthien." He answered to her question, hoping it was enough to her liking that she would be ready to go.
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