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02-10-2013, 04:55 PM
Heat was the first thing I noticed here and not only from the awkwardness of the whole mares thing. The sun was bold in this land and I swear I could almost see small flames bursting of the orange flame ball it's self. My muzzle feels the heat the most because of it's pale color. I also found if difficult to walk in short quick steps and found myself making my stride longer so that I covered more ground quicker. The land around stretches out for what seems for ever except for when a sand dune rolls over. The land it's self is pretty plain and I am so taken a back by the simple..beauty? Of the land that I left a little bit behind by Gaucho as he sets of at a trot.
Still I am pretty much recovering from the awkwardness of the mares thing, especially as he was a stallion,even though he was totally not my type. What if anyone around here had some hatred against me because I liked stallions? It wouldn't be the first time I would have come across one as such,my own brother back at that stables I was born into hated me for it. Maybe that was one of the reasons why I had hated racing so much? Because my own brother hated me...Sighing slightly I continue my trotting and was now by his side and resisting the urge to speed ahead just a little bit. I then halt as I watch with curiosity as he splashes into the water,looking at me. It was strange. I hadn't expected the brute to be playful.
Colt instincts kick in as I quiver slightly before splashing in the water myself and in replay to his pawing at the water I splash the smallest bit of water at him,bucking out after sightly.The liquid was refreshing on my hot and weary hocks and soon the water was cooling veins slightly which cooled my body down a little though I suppose my little frolicking didn't help with it or I could have been cooler. "Nice place! What are the others around here like?" I felt more comfortable here the I did in the first place I had been,partly because I knew this could be home and maybe because I felt more relived in the water and generally more coltish.
[Sorry it's take a while to replay:p]
Still I am pretty much recovering from the awkwardness of the mares thing, especially as he was a stallion,even though he was totally not my type. What if anyone around here had some hatred against me because I liked stallions? It wouldn't be the first time I would have come across one as such,my own brother back at that stables I was born into hated me for it. Maybe that was one of the reasons why I had hated racing so much? Because my own brother hated me...Sighing slightly I continue my trotting and was now by his side and resisting the urge to speed ahead just a little bit. I then halt as I watch with curiosity as he splashes into the water,looking at me. It was strange. I hadn't expected the brute to be playful.
Colt instincts kick in as I quiver slightly before splashing in the water myself and in replay to his pawing at the water I splash the smallest bit of water at him,bucking out after sightly.The liquid was refreshing on my hot and weary hocks and soon the water was cooling veins slightly which cooled my body down a little though I suppose my little frolicking didn't help with it or I could have been cooler. "Nice place! What are the others around here like?" I felt more comfortable here the I did in the first place I had been,partly because I knew this could be home and maybe because I felt more relived in the water and generally more coltish.
[Sorry it's take a while to replay:p]
