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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2014 11:23:51 GMT -6
616 words Notes;; MWHAHAHAHAHA forbidden love got to love it. So this is for Brynn and Mud to meet. Yes Mud is a loner stallion and Brynn has snuck off and has ran into the stag. Stay tuned for more to come. Temp;; 60°F Weather;; Warm with a nice breeze. Yes the sun is shining, but there are clouds lingering with a slight chance of rain. Scene;; Forest that has a small stream through it. There are many fallen trees from the storms before winter and the plant life is grown around some and there is just a tad bit of grass in these woods at the moment. Picture of Scene;; woods | stream Tagging;; @gillie MUD GRIP;; GOOD OL' BOYS LIKE US! There is a time and a place for everything that comes our way. No one can change that. Everything just seems to happen for a reason that no equine would be able to tell and yet here this stag was. His daggers carrying him over the terrain with thorns flopping kind of to the side as his head dragged low. Taking in a deep scent of the terrain he walked upon. Something about this place kind of made Mud feel good, but really at this point he was just wondering when he would find someone to love him, a place he could stay and just friends to have a good ol' time with things. Yet, he had not been able to do such a thing. He could bust his *ss all day and yet he would still head right back down to the bottom of the pole. Though he never gave up as he pushed his daggers forwards over the terrain.
Snorting at the thought of this alone nonsense. It was something that Mud was starting to grow bored of. He wanted to be able to have another to talk to and to have fun with. He just hoped that as he walked over Bellum Equorum that he could find someone to talk to. To take a moment to have a bit of fun and to stop getting spit on like he is nothing. It was things like that, that drove Mud into wanting to go insane. To snap someone's neck, but of course she held her head up and moved onto whatever was neck to come in his direction.
Shaking his head as he stomped his dagger into the ground. Shoving himself forwards as he charged over the terrain. Throwing himself side to side as he weaved over the land. Making his daggers push him through the forest that he found. Jumping over fallen logs and zigzagging through the trees. Feeling his back so close to the trees that he could feel it scrapping by. Though he didn't care at this point. He was so pissed off at the world that the pain disappeared to the back of his mind. Shoving himself forwards with his thorns falling back onto his head as he moved himself forwards. Letting his neck stretch out as he continued to push forwards. Making a big halt all of a sudden as he gazed around the place for a moment.
This place seemed so perfect. It was peaceful some where that Mud could use to relax and enjoy himself for a moment of his time. Sighing as he shifted his daggers and then slowly allowed himself to lay down for a moment. Taking a moment to calm his mind. To focus on what he was doing and once that happened. His figure rose up from the ground and motioned himself forwards slowly. Sighing as his dappled figure shifted. Gazing at himself as he halted and seeing all the muddy looking markings upon his figure made him smile as he closed his eyes and relaxed himself. Opening his brown orbs up and started to trot forwards a moment. Flickering his banner back and forth at his hind quarters. Wondering just what might happen today with the sixteen point three hand stallion.
Grinning as he halted a couple hundred feet from where he first stopped. Bending his head down and nibbling upon the small pieces of grass that he found in the woods. Feeling the sun on his back as he waited to see just what today was going to be and yet there was nothing there just yet. So he continued to chew and wait for someone to come over to him. |
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