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Posted on July 18, 2025 at 08:24:27 PM by Akkadian
She was.. beautiful.
Akkadian had spied the silver-haired female the moment she crested the low hill. The young stallion cocked his head slightly to the right, causing dark strands of forelock to shift and partially obscure his vision. He wondered if perhaps she intended to draw attention to herself. Citrine eyes scanned appreciatively over the dark dapples that decorated the sway of her spine, the tilt of her hips as the mare settled into grazing. Dark lips twisted into a smirk as Kade mused: a pretty thing like her would make a sparkling addition to Paradise.
With a low cluck of determination, the white-mottled male started toward her. He moved with an easy grace. Every step portrayed a leisurely confidence as the young stallion made his approach. As he neared, the dish of his dark profile angled toward the paint, providing a chance for his bright eyes to meet her own. For a three year-old who had only just won his first mare in battle, Akkadian exuded a lot more confidence then he had a right to as he presented himself to the silver smoky black.
"My," he purred appraisingly, the sound thrumming in his throat. "Aren't we a pretty thing?"
Akkadian
Akkadian had spied the silver-haired female the moment she crested the low hill. The young stallion cocked his head slightly to the right, causing dark strands of forelock to shift and partially obscure his vision. He wondered if perhaps she intended to draw attention to herself. Citrine eyes scanned appreciatively over the dark dapples that decorated the sway of her spine, the tilt of her hips as the mare settled into grazing. Dark lips twisted into a smirk as Kade mused: a pretty thing like her would make a sparkling addition to Paradise.
With a low cluck of determination, the white-mottled male started toward her. He moved with an easy grace. Every step portrayed a leisurely confidence as the young stallion made his approach. As he neared, the dish of his dark profile angled toward the paint, providing a chance for his bright eyes to meet her own. For a three year-old who had only just won his first mare in battle, Akkadian exuded a lot more confidence then he had a right to as he presented himself to the silver smoky black.
"My," he purred appraisingly, the sound thrumming in his throat. "Aren't we a pretty thing?"
Akkadian
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- just know I was already there;) - By Venom July 19, 2025 at 02:03:59 AM
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