Zion
The champange stallion stood at the edge of the Commons, his green eyes watchful at the influx of mares and captures that seemed to flood the claiming ground. Today was busy; more so than it had been the last time he had come here. It provided some entertainment as he got to watch the different interactions, but he did not feel any desire for his own. With the few he and his brother had already dragged to the Arch, Zion wanted to start being a little more….. picky.
When the grullo mare moved into the Commons, he gave her no more of his attention than he had the rest. But her body language began to spark an interest; the way she stomped her hooves, snapped her tail and carried her head. Zion didn’t doubt she would give him an interesting encounter if he approached, and before long, he decided to make the effort. It was that or go home empty handed. He had lingered quietly on the edge long enough today.
Sauntering away from the treeline he had occupied, he walked directly over to the mare, approaching her front. His ears tipped forward as he stopped, his green eyes flicking over her spots dotting her coat, before settling on her face. “How kind of you to wait on me with such patience.” He said, as if they already knew each other and this was supposed to be their meeting spot. “Are you ready to go home?” But with the glitter in his green gaze and the smirk tugging at his lips, Zion made no effort to hide his amusement, knowing it wouldn’t be as simple as a yes.
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