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06-15-2012, 04:22 PM
Vicken turned his dark brown orbs to face the smaller stallion. His tone was quiet, reserved and seemed timid. The Hackney wondered why the stallion would be timid, he was the one with authority around here and Vick had learned quickly that size did not matter in the least. Everyone had their own advantages. He had also never seen a steed of such color and where those...horns? He snorted at the sight. But he had no room to talk, he could barely look at his reflection anymore.
He ran the blue male's words over and over in his brain, mulling over them. Why was he thinking this over? He was in need of a new home. He hadn't had one since he was three and he was now seven. Being a wanderer was growing tiring. The scarred stallion snorted, pawing a striped hoof across the rough ground.
' Aye. I am. '
His light German accent moving with the voluptuous breeze the blew through the mountains and through the trees. He closed his kissers, letting his twin towers twitch about, taking in the sounds around him while his tag flicked his flanks, waiting for a reply from the smaller male.
He ran the blue male's words over and over in his brain, mulling over them. Why was he thinking this over? He was in need of a new home. He hadn't had one since he was three and he was now seven. Being a wanderer was growing tiring. The scarred stallion snorted, pawing a striped hoof across the rough ground.
' Aye. I am. '
His light German accent moving with the voluptuous breeze the blew through the mountains and through the trees. He closed his kissers, letting his twin towers twitch about, taking in the sounds around him while his tag flicked his flanks, waiting for a reply from the smaller male.
