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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

This is my resurrection (Alicante)

The sun was rising, casting a warm glow over the landscape. It was a beautiful morning, yet Zurok felt restless after Margarita had left him. Seeking a change of scenery, Zurok decided to patrol the boundaries of his territory one last time before venturing beyond, trotting gracefully over the soft earth.

As he moved through familiar paths, Zurok considered the possibility of meeting new mares seeking a home. He prided himself on being a gentleman, valuing genuine connections over force. After completing his patrol, he ventured off to the Meadows, where he grazed quietly, allowing the sun to warm his sleek, battle-scarred coat.

Enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, Zurok soon heard the distant sound of another horse. His ears perked up, and he caught the scent of a mare in the air. Gathering his courage, he approached her, maintaining a respectful distance. “Are you alright, milady? I hope I'm not bothering you. My name is Zurok. Are you enjoying this beautiful morning?” he asked with a gentle smile.

Though the mare remained silent, Zurok sensed a connection blossoming between them. He offered to show her more of the land, envisioning shared adventures and moments beneath the shade of ancient trees. His heart raced at the thought of exploring the meadows together, filled with laughter and excitement. Zurok could be a bit of a dreamer.

“I apologize I tend to get a bit excited when meeting someone new,” he said softly, his eyes sincere. As they stood together in the meadow, Zurok felt the weight of his past gently started to lift.

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