toland
stallion | mustang x | Ee aa nD nZ nSb | 15.1hhs
Toland does not take off after Morrigan immediately; his golden eyes looking to Amar first so that she may go ahead of him. The stallion falls in behind them, slow to warm up to the enjoyment of the activity, but by the time they reached the beach Morrigan’s excitement had become contagious. At least to him. Muscles burning, heart thumping wildly, Toland drinks the salty wind as his ears push forward and his strides become longer. Without much warning, the stallion gives in to the wild need and rushes past Amar. The damp sand and pebbles pelt his belly and darken his legs, while his mane and tail whip in the wind with every stride he takes.
Morrigan would not need to speed up to separate herself from them, she would need to speed up or Toland would pass her.
The silver stallion gives a toss of his head towards the sky as laughter bubbles up and out of his lips. It had been a while since he had felt this wild and free. For the moment the heavy weight of his responsibilities was gone, and the enjoyment of simply being alive had filled him. Only when they are nearing the border does Toland finally slow his gallop to a canter, and then digs his heels into the wet sand. The painted stallion leaves slide marks in the sand in his dramatic halt, but once he stopped, he lifted himself up into a mighty rear.
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