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They stood silently among the trees waiting eagerly for a Helovian to meet them. Daemyn knew he needed to go back to the Hidden Falls, find his leaders and explain why he had left. Not to mention the beefy stallion had to ask for forgiveness, beg that they understand the position he had been in. There just wasn't anyway he could leave his old herd to such a young prick. Mato woofed softly drawing the speckled bay back to his surroundings. 'Is another.' Ears swiveled until he picked up the sound of another lurking not to far away.
Instead of panicking the stallion merely shifted his weight to all four hooves waiting for whatever this new person was going to do. To his great surprise amethyst eyes caught sight of a tiny jet black mare stepped from the shadows. 'No wonder I couldn't see her Mato.' The dog nodded once hazel eyes glued on the mare. There was mistrust in the fuzzy hound's face and eyes as he surveyed the puny mare. Daemyn carefully instructed the beast not to attack her for no reason. He snarled for a moment his shinny white teeth flashing in the sun.
As he braced to speak he felt the familiar tingle of unease and embarrassment taking hold of his heart. Swallowing the lump in his throat the stallion let his gravely voice ring out, "Hello Miss, please rest easy, we mean no ill harm. My name is Daemyn and this," he paused to nod down at the black and tan, "Is Mato." He smiled softly as he gazed down at her tiny frame. He wondered how old she really was as purple eyes gazed quickly over her body. She did not hold the air of a foal, but more of grace and etched beauty of a full grown mare. He smiled softly and dipped his head respectfully. He knew he should say more, but was unable to speak in front of the pretty ebony mare. Instead he stood in silence cocking his rear right once more. Mato on the other hand had his fuzzy mane standing erect upon his neck. Dropping his large head the dog crept forward slowly nose quivering drawing in her scent. 'Falls.' The dog halted and sat between the two eyes never leaving the newcomer.
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Talking
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Notes/Tags; SO LATE! @Imonada
Instead of panicking the stallion merely shifted his weight to all four hooves waiting for whatever this new person was going to do. To his great surprise amethyst eyes caught sight of a tiny jet black mare stepped from the shadows. 'No wonder I couldn't see her Mato.' The dog nodded once hazel eyes glued on the mare. There was mistrust in the fuzzy hound's face and eyes as he surveyed the puny mare. Daemyn carefully instructed the beast not to attack her for no reason. He snarled for a moment his shinny white teeth flashing in the sun.
As he braced to speak he felt the familiar tingle of unease and embarrassment taking hold of his heart. Swallowing the lump in his throat the stallion let his gravely voice ring out, "Hello Miss, please rest easy, we mean no ill harm. My name is Daemyn and this," he paused to nod down at the black and tan, "Is Mato." He smiled softly as he gazed down at her tiny frame. He wondered how old she really was as purple eyes gazed quickly over her body. She did not hold the air of a foal, but more of grace and etched beauty of a full grown mare. He smiled softly and dipped his head respectfully. He knew he should say more, but was unable to speak in front of the pretty ebony mare. Instead he stood in silence cocking his rear right once more. Mato on the other hand had his fuzzy mane standing erect upon his neck. Dropping his large head the dog crept forward slowly nose quivering drawing in her scent. 'Falls.' The dog halted and sat between the two eyes never leaving the newcomer.
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Talking
Words; 387
Notes/Tags; SO LATE! @Imonada
I'll bet the ladies love a man in armor
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