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Meadow

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

Rebel by Name and Nature

The overo colt watched this new one with interest, Rebel glanced between this new horse and his uncle, oh, that my uncle Blizzard, don’t worry he won’t hurt you he said quickly. The black stallion overheard his nephew’s words kept his distance, he could tell this youngster was afraid of him. Lifting his head his blue eyes scanned the area for signs of anyone else, be they friend or foe.

Obvious to any real danger the colt turns back to the other My names Rebel? What yours? He asks, the excitement in his voice easy to hear. He hadn’t really had any friends growing up so the youngster was always desperate for others around his age to play with.

He fidgeted slightly on his hooves, not from anxiety though, it was more excitement and hopeful anticipation that he might have met a new friend what are you doing in the meadow? Are you on your own? Where’s your family? Where do you live? Maybe it near to me. I’d love to be friends, I mean if you want to be friends that is? The question came fast, not really giving him any real time to answer, but that last question was the only one that lacked some of the previous confidence he’d had early, worried this newcomer would find some reason to not want to be his friend.

Rebel the black stallion called soft you might want to give him the time to answer those question, before you pile more on top he said, the smile evident as he gentle shook his head with a light chuckle, fully use to the youngsters antics.

Rebel looked sheepishly back to the unknown stranger right, sorry ‘bout that he said quietly, waiting for the other colt to speak.


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