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08-26-2014, 02:41 PM
Gull You could get used to this. Mouth full of sun-warmed grass, your teeth work vigorously, delivering your meal to an ever-enthusiastic stomach. Life is sweet, all right. And it’s not just the abundance of food here that has you feeling as satisfied as an overstuffed stallion can possibly feel. It’s the sun on your back, this haven in the sky, and oh, the ladies. Can you even begin to describe the ladies? Hastily, you swallow, and raise your head hopefully, scanning the empty field. It’s actually quite picturesque, and the grub is good. Not to mention, you’re in it. Maybe someone will decide that it’s the perfect spot for her breakfast too? You wouldn’t mind that. Ever since you and Bellona parted ways, you’ve been busy, exploring the island, but now…you find yourself itching for a little female company. You’re antsy, you know? Abruptly abandoning your breakfast, you wander into the center of the meadow. You kick at a root, prance in place, swat at a horsefly, and wait for something to happen. But patience has never been your strong suit, and anyway, how will those pretty girls come flocking if they don’t even know where you are? You point your muzzle to the sky and let loose a loud series of whinnies. Your obnoxious display is sure to be a disturbance to anyone in the vicinity, but you’re rather pleased with your mating call. If that doesn’t bring them running, you really don’t know what will. Ears pricked, you remain on alert, surveying the trees and sky. @[Cirrus] trouble just grew wings |
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